January 24, 2010
I love darkness, it liberates my soul. The piccolo keeps going it doesn’t matter where I go. My own theme music, my own rusted Buick. I still make payments but lost the ingredients. I feel so needy. My words disrespect me and I disrespect them. Fuck them. I don’t really get it, they move; I stay complacent. My grammar is ugly and my friends are rammarg. What can I do when its all so wonderful? My head starts hurting and my neck stops beating. I love the sound of gibberish, especially in the morning. I haven’t slept for days and my head keeps hurting. What can I do but keep typing? The moment I give up the light is sure to take me. It’s almost over now, I really cannot help it. Please bear with me while I contemplate the idiocy that prevents me from skating on the thin ice that is my relationship. How can I even call it that when I never call her back? She’s nothing to me is what I always tell myself. What’s the point in caring when I’m not expected to? I can play a role. I can win a game. Monopoly isn’t hard but it always brings the worst. No one wins but Parker Brothers. I wish I had a monocle.