. EYE <3 TEE VEE .
as you may or may not know.. i've been pretty sick. i'm starting to feel a little better but aunt flow came into town this afternoon so, i'm not so hot at the moment. my mom won't let me have a cat. ::sigh:: i'm pretty much lost at the moment.. but i don't think i'll be ill for very much longer, i remember what normality is like.. but.. no matter what percentage of the day i feel alright isn't enough to give me the green light to get up and go.. i've got a little kink in my chemical make up here, some psychological damage -(don't we all)- and damnit, i intend to repair it!
..in other news...
listening to jazz makes me weird.
Drowning faces..
ingenious, speak of train pillow fuck thump. new under laced we're colour tone temple in selective tissue a framing chord of object ruin, pages flutter. flicker feeling beneath my skin and brown trench. remember the numbers, an element, the stripe. wearing down in circular divides, scatter minute to spiral pipe machine- there's a why.. high in the sky. big world dangle funny drugs a precious little girl. electric synth shocks, pops the button- starting point above from shoulder to hip to shoulder perfect and black and white felt plain to see the confusion, just an unknown among the endless. why know? why think not to know? how even unknown? one million faces, they are drowning.
theatre carousal, chains in eyes and lips pucker steal light from fork to drink too much. hair makes shadows down your head. pierce me, bubbles black; night diamonds to a pynque and fleshy palm of her tiny hand. motions still, eye widens and whispers- a whisper to eggs, their starving shape. squared beams of moon reaching tip, drama the dripp feel of cool woods about us. looking's no good, you'll not see me. you tire and play. wine as water tumble inconspicuously sip, shoulder to hip. texture's until. doubts numbing frustrations out with the cigarette and back to shock silent breath.