...Spine...Support...
Drink, smoke, wait...
Toss, turn, waiting...
Settle, sleep, dream...
Yes, dreams...two little blurbs etched on the inside for my skull this morning...I was in a store with the goal of buying silver wrapping paper...paper to tape around a gift for her. I didn't dream (or at least don't remember...) the part where I was searching for the paper, or the purchasing of...I only remember shouldering the paper as a rifle and walking out of the store and into the parking lot.
...next, I'm in a parking lot, the same and yet not the same as the one before...it's that dream-thing where everything is solid, yet liquid...Slouched down low in my seat, as low as anyone else cool enough not to support their spine...when a toad pulls up beside me: Evan has parked at my passenger door and is looking down into my car...his window is only half-way up...he just looks at me with no emotion that I can place. I look back at him and think of how much he looks like a frog or toad. I do not greet him. I do not unlock my door and get out. I simply start my engine and drive away...So long, you have no place here.
The sleep was like that of a stone, once it came.
When it left, it was also like a stone...hard to catch a sinking rock.
Hard as I try, I could not get back into the Sandman's club.
Today, I feel like a pine tree.
Disjointed...frazzled...hazy...get out of my head.
I should be cleaning...should...should..should.
A woman with no face writes, "I love Seth Thomas so much I have to destroy him. I overcompensate by worshiping the queen supreme. Seth will never love me. No one will ever love me again," and she throws it off the top of the Space Needle. Later, "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known." Off the Needle. Next, "The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person." Thank's, Palahniuk.
Drinking too much lately.
"Love, love, love, I'm the Trigger Hippie."
I'm spent.
-Guppy
Toss, turn, waiting...
Settle, sleep, dream...
Yes, dreams...two little blurbs etched on the inside for my skull this morning...I was in a store with the goal of buying silver wrapping paper...paper to tape around a gift for her. I didn't dream (or at least don't remember...) the part where I was searching for the paper, or the purchasing of...I only remember shouldering the paper as a rifle and walking out of the store and into the parking lot.
...next, I'm in a parking lot, the same and yet not the same as the one before...it's that dream-thing where everything is solid, yet liquid...Slouched down low in my seat, as low as anyone else cool enough not to support their spine...when a toad pulls up beside me: Evan has parked at my passenger door and is looking down into my car...his window is only half-way up...he just looks at me with no emotion that I can place. I look back at him and think of how much he looks like a frog or toad. I do not greet him. I do not unlock my door and get out. I simply start my engine and drive away...So long, you have no place here.
The sleep was like that of a stone, once it came.
When it left, it was also like a stone...hard to catch a sinking rock.
Hard as I try, I could not get back into the Sandman's club.
Today, I feel like a pine tree.
Disjointed...frazzled...hazy...get out of my head.
I should be cleaning...should...should..should.
A woman with no face writes, "I love Seth Thomas so much I have to destroy him. I overcompensate by worshiping the queen supreme. Seth will never love me. No one will ever love me again," and she throws it off the top of the Space Needle. Later, "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known." Off the Needle. Next, "The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person." Thank's, Palahniuk.
Drinking too much lately.
"Love, love, love, I'm the Trigger Hippie."
I'm spent.
-Guppy