April 13, 2010

  • some points from the last 24 hours:

    1. it's only 844 and i've already crawled between the sheets.  i'm feeling increasingly isolated, and am sending texts out like lifelines, orange and white life preservers on a line, tossed to passing ships.  it sounds like there's an army of uruk-hai outside my window, pounding on drums.

    2. while sitting on pine street, searching for quarters and finding only canadian, i screamed out FUCKING CANADIANS only to realize my window was open.  dude walking down the street stops, and starts coming toward me.  i almost lock my door, thinking he'd going to kill me.  instead, dude offers me three quarters.  awesome!

    3. my glands feel swollen again and it's like the left half of my head got smashed with a baseball bat.

    4. i'm starting to think happiness might be a sham, an illusion, a carrot dangled in front of us so we keep pounding the pavement, keep trying...

    5.
    i don't care what people say
    the rush is worth the price i pay
    i get so high when you're with me
    but crash and crave you when you leave

    hey, so i gotta question
    do you wanna have a slumber party in my basement?
    do i make your heart beat like an 808 drum?
    is my love, uh your drug?