| So, there it is again...It stares at me. They stare at me. Most of all, she stares. How sometimes I want to crawl into the picture to laugh in their faces, spit into them, and fuck them. Other times I just want to make them have some sort of intellectual storm. A sex storm. Cum rain. Of course. I turn it upright, the frame. I face it down. I repeat the pattern over and over. Looking at it, hurt, turn down. Looking at it, loved, look up. Looking at it, pissed off, turn down. Looking at it, amused, look up. Then fuck, fuck, fuck. There it goes again. My hands shake, my body quivers. I'm only thinking. I feel numb as my body emits a sweat into the air. Shame. Hurt. My tongue is dry, everything else feels like a moldy, hot, and wet rag.
I was drinking this morning. It was good..Coffee that is. When I got to the end of it...the chocolate was melted. Disgusting. The only way to describe it was, it felt like drinking something with the consistency of period blood. Yum.
On the key board my hands are. Thinking before I process, only not, at all. Endless pudding snacks.
If money could buy happiness I'd be pretty damn happy.
Give me immediate joy. Give me self-indulgence. Give me paranoia, give me character. |
