Pet me and I will smile.

The frown pulls heavily on my face. Eyes seeping down displaying blood vessels, which in turn mix with the heavy set blue lines just underneath to create a morbid effect. A Puss swollen look, the whites of the eyes trapping the yellow light from the glaring stares all around, white and black speckled figures holding various limbs in transposed positions. A few stand, some float, all blink on and off making my eyes water. The salty taste runs with abnormal haste down my sunken face, filling the space, the place, the cauldron of chaste. What is keeping my lips turned south, tasting sour, passing my conscience to and fro my body? I have everything, but I don't. I don't want anything or anyone, and I don't, but I do. This is so fucking stupid, I am so fucking stupid. I can't even write how I feel. It is just not venting through words, I can't make the ideas slap you in the face and FEEL. Everything is circular! No, ROTATIONAL. Dizzying, thirst, PLEDGE MY SOUL TO MY BELIEFS, lacquer lacquer lacquer, plastic soccer plaque hanging in my room 12 years ago, Destroyed, GARBAGE, FAKE, too liberal for my tastes. Chili powder, ancient river villages in the Ghats of India, fuck fuck fuck all wrong. Fuck me.

I will never do this again. I have lost nothing which is exactly why.



xero blogged on 2/09/2005 11:41:00 PM


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