the subway is a porno; the pavements, they're a mess
isnt it funny how life can be so beautiful one second and so horrifyingly ugly the next? no. its not funny at all. cycles - its all about cycles. ups and downs and flipping head over heels until your stomach is in your throat and begging to spill its contents all over the front of your shirt in a putrid and steaming waterfall of misery. i ride the cycles like a giant wheel, a giant circle. my circle is lopsided of late, and i stay on the high ride for good lengths of time until i drop off the edge and the wheel rolls over my prone figure, crushing bones and bursting blood vessels. sometimes my body lodges under the wheel like a wedge and im trapped for hours on end, maybe days. but there are these tiny white dream pills that make me weightless and paper thin. and that fucking wheel cant get to me then. it slides right over top of me. it slides right past. and it cant get me then. oh no it cant it cant. but those tiny white dream pills aint helping now. nothing aint helping now goddamn. one second up one second down. flipped head over heels until my stomach is in my throat. got to get away from the light of the computer. got to get away from you and your no good ideas, my no good attractions. there are things that i want...
posted by Anonymous @ 8:47 PM
