2004-10-22
silky like NOT my legs
I like the no bass-ness of these music. People will exist until they are free.
You might pretend you can not see.
This poetry
flows
in rhythm with no sound.
You will see the sky until
it's this audience that can not
cry.
Some things are too good to digest.
The diversity of our souls
is great
compared to nothing.
And when I walked in the house smelling like not roses, I was feeling mean. I walked in and heard the dog crawling like butter beneath the mattresses. And he walks out just in time for a hello and a stroll outside until he realizes that he's been doing that all day. And I am so suspicious. I want to catch him in the act of not being there and lying and having proof.
What used to be my favorite music - is not. And it's funny to hear it and think its the worst music, actually, that could ever be a favorite.
Wasting time until it's time to waste away in nothingness full of fish smells and fumes of drawn butter.
That has to be my favorite thing to hate. Butter. It looks so beautiful to eat and everything and when it goes in your mouth alone or melted even, so gross. That doesn't bother me though, because it would be bad if butter were a favorite food of mine and I could eat masses of it at once. And if anyone who is reading this actually DOES do that than please don't tell me because I'll throw up on your shoes.
And damnit its too fucking early to have to go to work and have to be there so late with such a big zit on my face that I don't care because as long as I don't see it, I don't care that it's there. But I'm so aware.
In about one hours time - it'll be over. Thats it. Just one really big hour. I'll be done.........
Like a freight train...
oilandwater at 3:12 p.m.