hot_wired_soul

All people added who add me.

I let it go.

I write in here because my mind overfills and it gets tired of recycling idea after idea. This is not a place to assume. Or maybe it is. You look at me, my writing--it's all there is of me, and say it's you. Ego ego ego. Ergo, ego. And it is you. All of this is. It's not me. I only write when I'm too tired for it. And what comes out is the world's ( Read more... )

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Today my arm rebelled against me with gusto. A few days ago I was lifted a box of, of all things, paperclips. Yeah, those bent pieces of wire that keeps your precious paper comodaties together. It was pride, really. I hefted those boxes like I was friggin' Hulk. And yesterday the hulk didn't have nothin' on my pain. And now? With icy hot smeared on ( Read more... )

Icy Hot did nothing for my arm but make it smell like cough drops and make it really cold.

Hmph.

I should have gotten the tiger balm.

Today I got annoyed with the abundance of wallowing fools in my life.

I wish I could just give everyone a hit of ecstacy and be done with it.

Get high with a little help from my friends.

Get by with a little help from my friends.

Goddamnit.

Sincerely,

Evelyn

p.s. Ben, you rock.

Next friend.

Let's Kiss: an invitation for a kiss. Perhaps the candy more than the actual physical act especially if you recieve this in third grade. In the case that you're speaking of the candy then, most probably, they mean to say that the two of you should both temporarily transmutate into a Hershey (tm) Kiss. Unsure wether foil is needed or not ( Read more... )

Am I supposed to read it?
Or read it and pretend I didn't?
Or not read it and pretend I did?

Sincerely,

Evelyn

p.s. I don't laugh. Am I supposed to?

p.p.s. I don't chortle either.

p.p.p.s. I do sometimes cock my head. Is that okay?