Nov 24, 2005 13:45
Time is slow. Twenty minutes never felt so protracted.
Eyes burning. A cough every now and then. It's leaving.
By the time it's gone, it'll be too late.
This time off is something I wanted to enjoy: drink, stone, wire.
Drink syrup, squeeze drops in my eyes, snort spray, inhale Vicks.
Rub lotion on the skin.
My mum keeps accidentally hitting my tattoo.
Knuckles don't bleed anymore, but the dry feeling's still there.
I feel like bitching someone out. I have a victim in mind, but I'll wait until the night. Maybe midnight.
Would like to leave, but afraid. My body will just give up on me. Die of thirst and delirium.
I remember going to a flea market and hearing a white guy speak in Spanish. He ran a freak show and it featured a two-headed turtle. The way he said it was so funny. It was a fun day. I can't remember who I was with or the season or anything ... just him saying "Oon tore-tooga... doze ka-bay-zuz!"
If I'm hanging from a peach tree then I cut myself down. You'll never see me cuz I'm always alone. There is no motive for this crime. Please stop loving me. I think I've reached that point where giving up and going on are both the same dead end to me. Nothing ever wins my heart. If only you'd never look at me the way that you do; if only you'd never look like that when I look at you. Lying all alone and restless unable to lose this image. I'll kill you for myself. We use them awhile then it's over the shoulder.
I don't know what to do with those tossed salads and scrambled eggs.
Gone.