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| hear no evil, speak no evil, see too much / 2002-05-26 - 12:27 p.m. |
| I woke up this morning after four hours of sleep, barely even sure of where I was. Rolling over in bed with half fragmented thoughts caught in my throat, scraping around, adding to the sting of smoking too much over the last two days. I don't know where I'm going with this. Do you care? Is this a bad accident that you can't look away from or is it something you'll click out of with ease? Four hours of sleep and I have nothing more profound than I did a few days ago, a few weeks ago. The more things I figure out, the more they change, the more the rest of the world just stays the same in all its shining, sometimes ignorant glory. Fuck if I care. I'm coming to discover that when I want something, I'll never know about possible failure if I never even open my mouth for the taste. And it feels like I've sewn my mouth shut and lost the scissors to pull the stitches out. The only thing I'm choking on is my own spit and blood from constantly biting my tongue. |