Halfway House
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I am obsessed. I need a goddamn beer.
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Do you see things that make your bones ache? You want to possess them. You want to have done that thing, the thing that made them come alive.
I am in love with my own creations. I shouldn't say it, but there it is. Like a fever in me, the restlessness, the tremors...I take a breath and dive as deep as I can and hold it as long as is possible and then I keep going down...
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Am I alone in my madness?
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No. I know that you are with me....
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Look, things aren't going to be getting better anytime soon.
We're all for the sausagemaker.
Let's make hay while the sun shines.
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if i had the first idea of what I'm up against....
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8 Comments:
Now you got me smiling
you just said something i never heard before, never even thought before, and it went bing
don't stop now
aint getting better anytime soon
haha
I wish I was with you.
But I'm not.
I don't feel that.
My bones don't ache.
Not for the poetry.
Not for anything.
Guess I ought to find that, eh? What I love. What makes me ache.
Guess I better start looking right now.
I wonder if I'll know it when I see it, hear it, smell it, taste it, feel it.
all right, you wanna hear me say it? okay okay, i love my stuff too. and don't go talking like this anymore. it aint right.
And well you should, Jit.
And you too, Dish.
Jit, if you read this, can you email me? I don't know if the addie I just sent an email to is current.
what i'd like to know is where
do you get the dolls??
lynze
Djuana!
Cool to see you here. Hope you and Yves are well and everything is good for you guys. '
Lynze-
Get the dolls at the damn doll store, where else?
"do you have any of them little ones look like they've been mabye killed or anything?"
ha.
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