I spent all morning finding the words to alter moods. =tunnel vision, because we're all silly-in-love, but it mostly travels in broad circles with very few intersections.
The lights are put out. Dishes cleaned and put away. as I sleep the apartment ghost turns down the thermostat. And I always wake up with the chills. From here, I make only a shallow effort to keep warm; an unending lack of desire, a fault to the eagerness that was once reserved for obscure objects.
via There are so many useless things these hands have done. forgive me for being a little crestfallen. I will keep running until I am free of feeling. Until you are free from thinking I assume some sort of privilege. Until I can will this body to disappear at the slightest sign of embarrassment. Until the pangs of regret can be mistaken for a hasty stretch and careless form.
I would love to go to work and pull people around with ropes and throw tennis balls at them...but I would not love to spend another 1000 hours doing life drawing. Maybe that explains why I have never directed a New Order Music Video, or one of many terrible Keanu Reeves Films, and I don't have my artwork hanging in the Met, but a girl can dream.
The Devil Tempts Simon for 45 minutes. It turns out the prophet is a Beatnick. What does it say about me that I wish I owned every single one of the Devil's outfits?