tweedle...buggy, bunny, bean, berry?

Sep 17, 2002 22:32

my computer is humming insistent and loud. it sounds like a field of crickets or cicadas or something.

someone tricked me into subjecting myself to an infernal international business course instructed by a slobbering ruddy australian. his voice is like my refridgerator's buzz, and i didn't retain a single thing he said. a cute german girl whose name i still don't know (simone?) sat beside me, proposing several exasperated glances for exchange, and sighing emphatically at fixed intervals. the class was full and silent and dead, except for agnes and her pneumatic breasts deployed before me like tanks. they stand at firm attention, and i always see them before i see her face, which makes me blush furiously and immediately look elsewhere. she is a stern simulacrum of polish hardness, and i am fairly sure she might grunt and send a fist into my face for making such crass reference to those bulbous entities protruding from her chest.

my grandmother underwent a dreadful surgery to repair a squared-off femur bone grinding mercilessly into her acetabulum. i spoke with her briefly on the phone, dopey from the morphine drip and sick from the jello.
instant guilt and not a good granddaughter...

blugh, but...

i've been up and around as usual wading in the thick and obstinate fog that is my head. occasionally a drizzle will douse me in thought particles, and i am all agape until a ton of bricks comes smashing into the static.

but!
i keep remembering those 18th century english horrors happening deep in my sleep last night. filth and rubber and madman. girls and a trial and a fleuve of blood. i am hideously aware of my left femoral artery, clutching it in dismay...i see that vermillion jet gushing like a fountain, staining me and draining me and oh what in the horrible hell was that dead girl's name lying to my left?
i blink blink blinked myself back into our dimension and stared at you for minutes on your pillow. i wondered if you were looking back at me through the dark, smiling sinister and savvy, and i braced myself for the next episode. you didn't move either, though, and i began to shake you frantically, with great hopes and desperate that you'd wake up.
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