Jul 01, 2007 23:18
So there's this. I dunno.
Ivy is too easy.
Bricks are getting old.
Ideals and stand-bys
Are getting old
Gray and clichéd.
It is the same with eyes.
I need new ways to see.
All the air is recycled.
I remember this breath
From six years ago.
Life has become inhales
That are familiar
And vampiric exhalations.
I only know the words I know.
In speech, they are echoes.
In thought, they are useless.
My genes are oxidizing.
I have rusty DNA,
Yet even aging (dying)
Seems safe, common
Though I have never died.
Chaos gave way to order,
I guess. So they say.
I got bit on the arm by a dog today while helping my mom move out of her friend's house. It bled a lot and kinda hurts but it's not too bad or too big. It only got a couple teeth in and only one went deep, so that's neat cause i've never been bitten by a dog hard enough to draw blood. new experiences eh?
I'm tired, and my thoughts are kind of confused/ing.
Let' all get some coffee. I got nothin' planned.