The man drops his lighter. He bends to pick it up. The girl next to him is bending too. He picks up the lighter and blows cigarette smoke in a gentle upswing at the girl's face. She sits up, doesn't like it one bit. Doesn't say a word either. Did he just make a statement of a sort ? Do you care ?
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Breathe In / Breathe Out
Freedom of a sort.
Bugs swimming in my curd.
Rattling drive, I'm a dotty old bird.
Despondent, Depressed.
Serial self killer.
Smile, giggle, laugh
Head in my hands
Nick Cave, A piper
And a King Rat
A nevermore overload
Bunnymen to the rescue
Driving in the dark
Sodom rock
Coffee, cigarettes
Laughter in spades
A good weak after all.
Bugs swimming in my curd.
Rattling drive, I'm a dotty old bird.
Despondent, Depressed.
Serial self killer.
Smile, giggle, laugh
Head in my hands
Nick Cave, A piper
And a King Rat
A nevermore overload
Bunnymen to the rescue
Driving in the dark
Sodom rock
Coffee, cigarettes
Laughter in spades
A good weak after all.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Depression and despondency
Despondent and depressed. I got called both these names last night. I was also asked if I was going to kill myself. I cannot keep a straight face and write this so I'll stop now. Or maybe I'll ramblke on for a while. I miss my sister. I spoke to her today so now I can smile again. Coming back to despondency, I'm much too young for it. I agree. I'm not sure what the word means but I do not like being associated with it. It makes me feel old and tired. As for depressed, I guess I am a little. Or maybe a lot. Or maybe not at all. Will you feel sorry for my state of confusion dear diary ? Will you ? Pity me.
Yesterday night I was profound for a while and then I was silent and boring and dull and then profound again. I cannot remember most of it. I think you should be thankful I have a lousy memory.
I'm off from work for the rest of the week. A break after a long long time but not on my own terms. I think I'll take it anyway and complain another day.
Yesterday night I was profound for a while and then I was silent and boring and dull and then profound again. I cannot remember most of it. I think you should be thankful I have a lousy memory.
I'm off from work for the rest of the week. A break after a long long time but not on my own terms. I think I'll take it anyway and complain another day.
Monday, September 06, 2004
I go to the chemist and ask him for two kilos of puppy food. There's a woman asking for tampons next to me. Nose in the air, middle aged and well preserved. She turns and asks me what breed of dog I have. I reply that I don't. I wonder if I should ask her what breed of vagina she has to be polite and maintain the conversation. I decide against it. I hurry off with my puppy food.
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