Tuesday, June 14, 2005
where i go on nights like this
i stabbed myself.
well, that's what my brain tells me. all the while my right hand laughs... that's how i read the trembling, hearty raucous laughter.
i think it conspires against me. nights like this, i think they all are... my extremities.
as my eyes ache to focus through the almost dark i catch whispers of my toes, "just a little water on the floor. it's all we need". then they notice me and scatter. well, scatter in the sense that they just sit there, pretending to be the trusting toes that i always thought they were.
jokes on them. i know what they're up to.
another short story idea that will never see fruition. probably just as well. then everyone'd know how badly off i "could" be.
shhh.
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well, that's what my brain tells me. all the while my right hand laughs... that's how i read the trembling, hearty raucous laughter.
i think it conspires against me. nights like this, i think they all are... my extremities.
as my eyes ache to focus through the almost dark i catch whispers of my toes, "just a little water on the floor. it's all we need". then they notice me and scatter. well, scatter in the sense that they just sit there, pretending to be the trusting toes that i always thought they were.
jokes on them. i know what they're up to.
another short story idea that will never see fruition. probably just as well. then everyone'd know how badly off i "could" be.
shhh.
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