Dec 10, 2007 19:49
the letters Y E and S. she may not be shy anyhow, no one is you and no one is i. at least i knew its with y not an i. right? right. i cant write, im thinking of christmas in july. im thinking of super salsd. of super duper salad mess. of lettuce. of the halogen bulbs of airplanes that are holding and how they land at near or around one hundred and fifty miles an hour, give or take. of a bathroom murder scene, that just happened. of soymilk in my coffee im sipping. of monkeys. and silk panties. of static electricity and screaming. of a computer screen. of building things. i want to build something. of dust bunnies. of a dusty guitar strumming black bird. of getting the chords right. of an eggcrate. of a closet circuit breaker and cable cord. i cant write. its an energy. i try and try and try and try and try and try and try. what it means to me, stilling. distillery tried to get the best of me. speak of heaven, speaking to me.