Saturday, November 20, 2010

Soft

everything is squishy. typing on the keyboard

squish squish squish
the keyboard is hot, the lights flicker, but they are not flickering. how can i remember to spell? what is english, what are languages. THIS IS THE INTERNET, what a concept. Cars are outside honking, someone has a life that is different than mine...

right now
my fingers look stubby. my hands, i can see.... the bones. but i know i can't really see the bones, its just the light, my hair feels soft on my skin, on my neck

my hair, is falling, like two little curtains. beside my face, people outside are talking. I wonder what they're talking about, will they remember this tomorrow? when they wake up. beep beep
car horns are useless.

i'm still hungover, how is that possible? have i been up for years? what is sleep, will i ever sleep again? my nose is cold. but my eyes arent. everything is mush. im a big mush ball. on a mush bed. with mush covers all around me. I pretended my fur coat was my dead pet owl, does that make me weird? letters? how can i keep up. my neck hurts from holding my head up.
i just made art with words. and no one will understand it.