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last night and today Making out in front of the police station. Let's show these pigs what we've got. I'm whispering all my secrets. Its spewing out and I can't help it. This house is becoming a thing of the past. Spiders have overtaken the growing pile of books in the corner with their silky silky spiderwebs. The carpet smells of rot and decay. There are closets full of useless things. The mice are regrouping. I can't find anything anymore. I don't want any of it anyway. Just burn it all. I need to get out of this place. The forms and rules and schedules and deadlines and fascism are murdering me. I don't want to do any of it anymore. I have the overwhelming impulse to be a complete asshole to most people I encounter. It all feels forced. I slept until 2 today. Skipped work. I couldn't do it. This has all become a big mess of things I don't want to deal with. I don't expect you to fix me. I don't think you even know I'm broken. I know a lot of people. But I don't really know them. It is all so fragile, like it will break at any moment and we will all fall to the ground dead. How many of you will be the ones about whom in 20 years I will say "i wonder what ever happened to...?" I don't want you to fix me, just want to make out with you in front of the police station. Why can't it be that simple? ----- in case you were wondering - 10:33 a.m. , July 04, 2006 dont call it a comeback - 11:17 p.m. , January 19, 2006 the enlightened ones - 11:16 a.m. , February 19, 2040 wait - 12:12 a.m. , June 18, 2005 the rumors of the confused - 7:27 p.m. , June 13, 2005 |