Feb 15, 2010 11:28
I think I've become what my health class in high school would refer to as a functioning alcoholic.
all you have to do from here is make it. and be ready for the train of the Lord when He comes, His gold streaming his chariot and horses with many noses shall not wait. be read. Paul's letter to the Romans. a slip of the knife while cutting a pepper, the sting of chlorophyll in the open cut. the blood, the pennies, the little kids with their pinwheeling arms their cartwheels on the sidewalk.
Look! I'm not intellectual! I'm not educated! Four years spent having been very silly. I will pay my taxes. I will do good for the government. I will shop at upscale department stores like Lord & Taylor. I will find a proper church and get involved in charity benefits. Get fat, eat synthesized vegetable spread and not butter.
I will forget that I liked writing. I think I've already forgotten that I once liked writing. I will become a connoisseur of cheese and wine. I'll hold on to little things like gardens and Siamese kittens.
Peach, Plum, Pear!