Saturday, May 06, 2006

i'm tired with a weekend ahead of me with nothing to do, cables out, i get news oncce in a while mostly faint ringing echoes like a cackle off a dolphins back slick with spit and sweat. fuck off. brain cells like hair follicles some of us go bald others tweak it out.what the point is in speaking to myself i don't know bitter flowers on a brittle bloom too early in a cold frozen spring to survive. pry it from my sold deadly hands i am yours but i command a price. mosty what it's like is not burning yourself in the eye becauseyou know there are no nerve endings in there and you want to SEE what it feels like.



get talky to writey program on computer, intresting results may ensue.