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people at my house...
interesting...
been thinking about about antisocial behaviour lately. then getting kind of freaked out when i find out other people have been thinking about the same things...
i wrote:
"coiled tight
inside your mind
is the thought
that you'll never get out
without a fight"
i wrote:
"D'Arcy's running her fingers through William's hair. Peter's just watching because maybe he still doesn't believe it.
or at least he doesn't want to."
but this probably only makes sense to me.
a little bit of nostalgia:
"bat's that fly through the night
and forget me in the day
am i supposed to be this nervous?"
"watching the clock. Peter's eyes never strayed. and D'arcy couls almost swear he was blinking the seconds.
nervous
anticipation"
i'm alowed to keep secrets if i want to.
"They;re sitting on the train. there's a little girl staring at them. d'arcy sticks out her tongue, but the little girl keeps staring.
dumb little fuck.
william's head is kind of lolling around. he can;t focus on anything and isn't listening to d'arcy even though she's talking fucking loud and swearing about children.
'it doesn't matter' is all william says. though if you asked him he wouldn't be able to tell you what doesn't matter.
he doesn't know what he's talking about.
d'arcy says she wants to know what william's made of. she wants to know what makes him work in such a mechanical way.
this is mostly because she's noticed that he's bleeding
a blood nose
again
and she know what that means.
d'arcy's taking off his shirt.
d'arcy's saying 'take off your shirt'
bare-chested william still can't focus on anything properly and can't see what she's writting
thick black permanent marker
chisel-chipped
contains alcohol
WARNING: do not deliberately concerntrate and inhale
MAY CAUSE DEATH
the little girl's still watching as d'arcy's writing the periodic table on william's ribs.
when she explains what she's doing william want to know how she knows the periodic table.
d'arcy doesn't know and figures she's just making it up. this doesn't matter so much, because mostly she feels that make-believe elements are better things to be made out of.
that you'll work better when everything's dress ups and 'let's pretend'
the little girl's grandmother turns around to talk to the little girl. she tell the little girl to stop staring and pulls her protectively close.
the little girl squirms under the closeness.
she wants to keep watching d'arcy and william. she's never seen anyone write on someone else on the train before.
william's saying how he thinks it's depressing to know what you're made of. he says it's better to keep suprising yourself.
d'arcy doesn't think he really understands what she meant.
but it doesn't matter."
a lot of this is only in my head.
a lot of it isn't.
love to you all
x
ps. did everyone hear the smashing pumpkins are recording a new album? cool eh?
interesting...
been thinking about about antisocial behaviour lately. then getting kind of freaked out when i find out other people have been thinking about the same things...
i wrote:
"coiled tight
inside your mind
is the thought
that you'll never get out
without a fight"
i wrote:
"D'Arcy's running her fingers through William's hair. Peter's just watching because maybe he still doesn't believe it.
or at least he doesn't want to."
but this probably only makes sense to me.
a little bit of nostalgia:
"bat's that fly through the night
and forget me in the day
am i supposed to be this nervous?"
"watching the clock. Peter's eyes never strayed. and D'arcy couls almost swear he was blinking the seconds.
nervous
anticipation"
i'm alowed to keep secrets if i want to.
"They;re sitting on the train. there's a little girl staring at them. d'arcy sticks out her tongue, but the little girl keeps staring.
dumb little fuck.
william's head is kind of lolling around. he can;t focus on anything and isn't listening to d'arcy even though she's talking fucking loud and swearing about children.
'it doesn't matter' is all william says. though if you asked him he wouldn't be able to tell you what doesn't matter.
he doesn't know what he's talking about.
d'arcy says she wants to know what william's made of. she wants to know what makes him work in such a mechanical way.
this is mostly because she's noticed that he's bleeding
a blood nose
again
and she know what that means.
d'arcy's taking off his shirt.
d'arcy's saying 'take off your shirt'
bare-chested william still can't focus on anything properly and can't see what she's writting
thick black permanent marker
chisel-chipped
contains alcohol
WARNING: do not deliberately concerntrate and inhale
MAY CAUSE DEATH
the little girl's still watching as d'arcy's writing the periodic table on william's ribs.
when she explains what she's doing william want to know how she knows the periodic table.
d'arcy doesn't know and figures she's just making it up. this doesn't matter so much, because mostly she feels that make-believe elements are better things to be made out of.
that you'll work better when everything's dress ups and 'let's pretend'
the little girl's grandmother turns around to talk to the little girl. she tell the little girl to stop staring and pulls her protectively close.
the little girl squirms under the closeness.
she wants to keep watching d'arcy and william. she's never seen anyone write on someone else on the train before.
william's saying how he thinks it's depressing to know what you're made of. he says it's better to keep suprising yourself.
d'arcy doesn't think he really understands what she meant.
but it doesn't matter."
a lot of this is only in my head.
a lot of it isn't.
love to you all
x
ps. did everyone hear the smashing pumpkins are recording a new album? cool eh?