i had spent the last 20 minutes thinking about a story. reading Flowers for Algernon made me start thinking about my cousin Susie.
But as i sat down and started channel surfing for something to entertain my eye while i waited for my computer to start up, George Carlin appeared.
and now, out of respect for the man.
i put my shit on hold
.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Newest Addiction
and as the wind sneaks its way into my room under the small crack of my window, as they fog, and my eyes are tired, watery, congested head, and i occasionally i feel like i'm coughing up the inner membrane of my lungs.
this is my favorite time of year. people smoking outside of bars dancing around in little circles to keep warm, shuffling from one foot to another, couples walking with their arms tight around their shoulders, blowing on the glass, watching your breath fog it all up, i'm taking roll call, accepting applications, putting in work, discovering new boundaries, tired of being stagnant, of waiting for the other shoe to drop, my other chip to arrive, waiting on permission slips and requisition forms, dead beat foot dropping to the bottom of the floor, dead eyes staring at me through plate glass mirrors with black lipstick on their hind legs, describing words like, "purity and sanity"-- focusing on adult items, pretending to be adults, acting fancy, classy, distinguished under their shifty raccoon eyes, tight lipped, minds not right, i can see it from here. -- alas new beauty comes with the rain to wash down into the gutter the ugliness that i've focused on for far too long now, not negativity, or pessimistic, the back of my brain is beginning to hurt, the coughing is getting worst, the muscles and joints and turing into jelly. this this be the most piece yet.
"rape life. only if you know what that means. and how to use it"
this is my favorite time of year. people smoking outside of bars dancing around in little circles to keep warm, shuffling from one foot to another, couples walking with their arms tight around their shoulders, blowing on the glass, watching your breath fog it all up, i'm taking roll call, accepting applications, putting in work, discovering new boundaries, tired of being stagnant, of waiting for the other shoe to drop, my other chip to arrive, waiting on permission slips and requisition forms, dead beat foot dropping to the bottom of the floor, dead eyes staring at me through plate glass mirrors with black lipstick on their hind legs, describing words like, "purity and sanity"-- focusing on adult items, pretending to be adults, acting fancy, classy, distinguished under their shifty raccoon eyes, tight lipped, minds not right, i can see it from here. -- alas new beauty comes with the rain to wash down into the gutter the ugliness that i've focused on for far too long now, not negativity, or pessimistic, the back of my brain is beginning to hurt, the coughing is getting worst, the muscles and joints and turing into jelly. this this be the most piece yet.
"rape life. only if you know what that means. and how to use it"
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