Thursday, December 16

Nowadays I'm spending my time by myself. Time spent with B, N, C or A doesn't seem to register. It flows quite easily and you don't even realise you're there in that moment. I long for sunny days, empty parks to smoke packs of Gold Flake and not get addicted.
I'm glad. Things were a little funky but nothing that really got me down. I'm becoming a camel. Or a grungy, old, male vagabond. The kind who hasn't bathed since two Junes ago. Nothing seems to register so the question of mattering doesn't come up. I simply know that I have to lumber on irrespective of what you do around me, how you dance or plead or how you sit by yourself looking restive (where people just have to ask you what you are thinking of).
And my skin is becoming very dry. It feels like old paper. Pudgy old paper?
There is less and less scope for long lasting emotion. You should boil it with oleander leaves. Lots of them. The white flower is beautiful but the plant is one of the most poisonous there are. And if you distill anything with it long enough, in a pot over a flame, it too becomes poisonous. Oleander time lovers kill each other and blame it on the wind.


Anonymous said...

On a story tellers night - here i arrive to seed the barren land of commentlessness with relevant lyrics:

Your sorry eyes, they cut through bone.
They make it hard to leave you alone.
Leave you here wearing your wounds
Waving your guns at somebody new.

Baby I’m a lost
Baby I’m a lost
Baby I’m a lost cause.

There’s too many people you used to know
They see you coming they see you go.
They know your secrets and you know theirs
This town is crazy, but nobody cares.

Baby I’m a lost
Baby I’m a lost
Baby I’m a lost cause.
I’m tired of fighting
I’m tired of fighting
Fighting for a lost cause

There’s a place where you are going
You ain’t never been before
There’s no one laughing at your back now
No one standing at your door
Is that what you thought love was for?


100hands said...

man bites dog!

Murphy said...

WTF are you anon ?