Feb 06, 2002 12:18
it seems there are toxins taking turns radioacting...trying hard to beam me up. full of air and jaundice.
i would rather be swallowing dragons. slaying blue knights. tidals of scales and teeth crashing into the walls of my ears. like mad foam glowing, wild with desire to consume.
there is a hard-boiled dullness ringing in my chest and arms and panging like longing, persistent to be snapped and splintered in a fissure up the middle. dangerous edges to prick your wandering fingers.
hm. well.
i want to be the tall, long legs of a gentleman. pacing down the pavement in elongated strides, elegantly wrapping around the bellies of horses and maidens.
there are seagulls squawking and whistling and screaming outside. i think that's true. didn't you say there were seagulls here? les mouettes or something.
peu importe.