I'm Just Writing To Get My Hands Back
If you could see them, they'd be the colour of a cheap eraser, one of those hard pink ones. My hands FEEL hard and pink as well... Needless to say I was out in a well-meaning attempt to BE somewhere, but I got lost. As I tend to do when I get lost, I kept going, like a one-man Galileo probe, further into the black...until suddenly it's forty minutes later and I'm past Losey Blvd and I'm a matter of yards away from the bluff. Gah.
So I'm typing to get the blood flowing, as well as to get off my feet. The day hasn't been long, mostly my fault. I woke up about 3 this afternoon with a bad case of karaoke-throat and a hangover. Cthulu's black licorice still tastes the same even when you're drunk. I really oughta just throw that fucking bottle away.
No sign.
Can't think of much else to write right now. I could be a screaming heap of gasoline bombs now and again. Lots of added beligerence... Unresolved things. A big half of the time I have to say that I'm convinced that I've got the survival skills of a soggy piece of toast. Somehow along the way, forgot a lot a stuff. I'd like to piece it together. I'd like to be digging my teeth into better targets than I currently am. I'm a little confused. I plain don't like what I'm 'painting' lately, and the writing is a lot of lovely, half-completed bridges. Just gotta move through this winter.
So I'm typing to get the blood flowing, as well as to get off my feet. The day hasn't been long, mostly my fault. I woke up about 3 this afternoon with a bad case of karaoke-throat and a hangover. Cthulu's black licorice still tastes the same even when you're drunk. I really oughta just throw that fucking bottle away.
No sign.
Can't think of much else to write right now. I could be a screaming heap of gasoline bombs now and again. Lots of added beligerence... Unresolved things. A big half of the time I have to say that I'm convinced that I've got the survival skills of a soggy piece of toast. Somehow along the way, forgot a lot a stuff. I'd like to piece it together. I'd like to be digging my teeth into better targets than I currently am. I'm a little confused. I plain don't like what I'm 'painting' lately, and the writing is a lot of lovely, half-completed bridges. Just gotta move through this winter.