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[22 Jun 2008|01:53am] |
I am the moth, she is my flame. Simple words, truth behold! Even more simply, each time I near her, she burns, she burns, I fall, like Icarus, too close to her sun. How many more cliches to reference? I try hard to fashion new idents, new and beautiful images. There are too many words in this language to be able to find three simple words.
There are no words for not knowing. Are there? Well, are there? No. I am no longer confused, I am full of beast intentions. I am loose within the leaves, I am stalking thoughts, and I am forever within a track or two of her fleeting footsteps, skitting daylights and hungover heads.
My young, wild eyes catch her look, she reflects matters dulled, mature and harsh at me. Fledgling teeth and skin at her breast, I fall, ever dangling from the precipice, held so long at her heart and yet so short, I cannot keep foothold and my fingers ever slip, my love made to her is my word, and thought, my touch is impressed but has no deep trench.
Forever I shall sleep like a savage wolf, curled with my tail around me, at her door, keeping vigil. But forever the lust in me stretches, the blood in me reaches, the veings pulse, the immaturity calls me as a cub, to the pack.
And still I remain at her door, listening, cocking ear and my coat shining in dusk, escaping shadow and eliminating dawn.
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[22 Jun 2008|02:07am] |
It's two. I'm spent. I have little energy to even muster any words about what i'm actually doing, where i'm going, or anything. Suffice to say, it's been work today, all day, and i'm as ever completely spent. Sunday follows, that's another killer day.
I seriously need a holiday. Luckily, i'll have one in two months.
Can't come soon enough. I can't fucking work out why I put myself through this shit, but i'm sure there is a reason. I know there is, it's my future. When that becomes now, i'll know why. For now, I am a bull in the engine room. I do know something, I pay my dues and this labourous shit makes me stronger, physically and mentally. Which is good. Probably. Night!
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[22 Jun 2008|11:25am] |
Scientists say that by the year 2023, everybody in the world will be on Facebook. And it'll be only the start of Skynet's new regime, resulting in the eventual annihilation of the human race. Enjoy it while ye can, my friends.
My finger is better. Not brilliant, but better.
I have misplaced some of the pills. For fuck's sake.
I shall find them, and find the one second of each day where I can actually take them. Sunday lunch is the last big one, then. Wish me luck. I hope it's over as soon as possible. Meaning half three.
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[22 Jun 2008|11:28am] |
I used to write sex stuff. I should write some more sex stuff. What I mean is not stuff that contains sexual suggestion (I do plenty of that), but obvious sex stuff. When I used to write it, it gave me a right fucking rock on, and I loved it! It was like porn, but better.
Maybe i'll do it again. Not here, obviously. If for any peverted reason you do want to read it, just tinkle. I don't mean piss.
Because i'm not into piss. Piss kiss, yellow bliss, all over this, my penis MISS!
Bye now.
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[22 Jun 2008|11:36am] |
Incidentally, today the sky has burst into life. An invigorating breeze has tickled the ends of flower beds, and dragged the seeds into full bloom. The sun is shining, but I don't mind, because the air is clear and refreshing.
It's like autumn. What a nice day. Let's hope it remains so.
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[22 Jun 2008|05:24pm] |
Well that for now is over. You'll be completely un-interested in knowing that we did eighty six. Thank fuck it's over. Thank fuck.
Now, it's a reasonably calm sailing until Thursday. I hope. I said that last week, and look what happened. Busy Monday. I should never hope that it will be quiet, because it will not be.
Big night out Tuesday. I will be looking good.
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[22 Jun 2008|05:34pm] |
I'm doing a collaboration. I've not collaborated before, I don't think. I like this, and shall dive in without my hands in front of my face, crash straight into the ocean, blindly, and unblinking. Actually, that would probably hurt. Maybe i'll close my eyes, or wear goggles.
I'm trying to think of some ideas. I might just write and write and see what happens. I thought of several images, none of which yet transpired into writing. I always see pictures and go from there. By see pictures, I mean I might see her naked, or a cup rattling along a prison bar, or a crow diving through a church window, or like last night, a wold with it's tail curled about it's belly.
I love it when pictures fill my head. Perhaps soon, some real pictures to join those words. Interesting, this.
I think I actually feel calm and assured, and more than a little content with myself. It's been a strange couple of months, but I feel more certain than ever that I know now exactly what i'm doing.
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