a post and a picture

[candescent]

I feel strangely disconnected
from all things
moveable
and all things
static.

wordless blurs
of half-digested
thoughts
that come out in
ugly slurs and uncomfortable laughter/shrugs/brushoffs.

I feel gross
and look
(grosser)
now that i've realized my
FACE IS FAT
and i have no chin.
my hair is matted and dry and lifeless
like the rest of my appearance.
disheveled and
limp.

i have no art left in me.
no pseudo-talent.
no drive.
no motion.

i am a pendulum
that won't swing.

i miss danny.
i miss zoloft.
i miss therapy.
i miss starvation.

i miss who i am when i'm truly
crazy.
picture of me and my posse after the vernissage

{more pictures to eventually come)