A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- what can i do i fall down Most recent spins before the fireworks and the random gunfire get underway: Violent Femmes - "please do not go" The Cure - "A Strange Day/To Wish Impossible Things" Depeche Mode - "Waiting for the Night / Home" Danzig - "Anything / Sistinas" Massive Attack - "Teardrop / Blue Lines" The Smiths - "Unloveable / That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore" Flogging Molly - "The Worst Day Since Yesterday" Fell off the cigarette wagon this week, bought a fresh pack of cloves, haven't taken my insulin in something like two weeks, been chugging coffee and mountain dew like it was going out of style, just so i don't have to spend too much time dealing with sleep. I am about sleep lately the way an anorexic would be about food. I get no rest from it, just dreams that either leave me unsettled by their strangeness or frustrated by their unattainability in my waking world. I fear where i wanted to run to thinking it might be an exercise in odd-numberdom, and as such, a masochistic endeavour buying CD's, vintage books, the occasional movie and the infrequent game lately to deliberately undercut my willingness and ability to break down and buy a fresh bottle of something potent. a little cigarette smoke, a little Led Zeppelin and some incense, i will eat dinner, take a walk as far as my will to do so takes me, come back, turn off the lights and lose myself in the catharsis of one of my games 8:07 p.m. - 2003-07-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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