(no subject)
So it goes that the one thing that I'm helpless to is you, and you know maybe better than I do how that spiral sucks us down into our own world where the walls and roofs and roads dissolve, leaving us laying--in what? In a place that doesn't change.
I know, I know, I know. But right now I'm abstaining from whirlpools and from the intimacies that: take my cold flesh and scald it, singe it, so that I feel warm again but am being deteriorated in the process.
But I'm starting over! I've nearly been reduced to ashes! When that happens, I can blaze up again as a pathetic, clean, hot little chicken, with my chicken wings bare of travel-worn feathers and my chicken neck cocked upward, not yet heavy with blue thoughts and tears. Whatever. And no one will live happily ever after, but we'll roll with these cycles, whether you like them or not, because for now at least I'm bound to you with a very strong thread.
I know, I know, I know. But right now I'm abstaining from whirlpools and from the intimacies that: take my cold flesh and scald it, singe it, so that I feel warm again but am being deteriorated in the process.
But I'm starting over! I've nearly been reduced to ashes! When that happens, I can blaze up again as a pathetic, clean, hot little chicken, with my chicken wings bare of travel-worn feathers and my chicken neck cocked upward, not yet heavy with blue thoughts and tears. Whatever. And no one will live happily ever after, but we'll roll with these cycles, whether you like them or not, because for now at least I'm bound to you with a very strong thread.