Sunday, August 27, 2006
Apart from being "lovely"..
Tonight is one of the perfect nights to mourn over damp loneliness. Whining without a glass of wine, those neurons are over-paralyzed and all dazed waiting for hectic frowns, hmmh, missing times when I was practically able to live that long-lost infatuation as a magician, being able to disappear among raging individualism hormones and cracking horrendous bulbs on those fuming heads pinata-like. Hilarious as never.
Mind you, I just won a ticket to a state of boredom, with a whole lotta infatuations buckled up, sad fact, true that. Killing sensations that last like newly poured soda rising in that shiny thin transparent jar-like glass. Nothing extraordinary, well, this is more less an extraordinary obscure rants, muchly preferable, rather than sobbing over a ridiculous nightmare (God, send me over a better script next time, will ya?) which involved a mad cutesy bride of plucky and a godfather, ended up dead and wasted all over -- a flockbuster scenario, puh lease, could something else worse be much more igniting? At least a sober creature was frantically amused. How come brilliiance always comes over ignorance not mentioning at the slightest bit of it? words falling from above? the hole in the ceiling? Then I'd be damned like a tyro would.
Turn off the lights now. I'm down-dead. Expecting early sobriety. Ha, ha.
Hardly.
Dee | 10:37 PM |
Counting Goats
These past few days have been really weird. Sleepless nights, literally sickening body, jumbled thoughts in mind, anxiety, fast-looping hard heartbeats, no sadness, no boredom. I just feel somehow, awkwardly, peaceful. With numbness as the icing. How lovely.. :)
Dee | 3:16 AM |