Sunday, August 9, 2009

throwing rocks at your window

so stagnant stale bones, with flesh and skin so taught and horribly bunched!
feeling like my productive steak has come to a shuddering halt, and all i want to do is draw something i cna bee proud of and eat cereal for dinner for the rest of my life.
these deluded pre-concieved notions of general existance have been getting tangled in my hair and heart, strange to feel and think about!
and i will take scissors to tongue and lip and cheek and cut out all those thoughts that try to speak when they should be left alone. even though i know these things are fleeting by nature, and this too shall pass.

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