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{i found this old book}

i am invincible. worms!
cannot stop me. gravity

 

draws the breath from my lungs.

{sensations}

noise in my ears; all other sounds blocked out. cut hairs sticking to the condensation on the bottom of the pint glass. urine pressing frantically against the exit of my bladder. eyes drooping; gee, it’s almost as if alcohol was a muscle relaxant. 

{remember?}

do you remember what it was like to feel anything besides anger and apathy? because i sure don’t. 

{these days}

the floor is slippery and feels like bacon grease, except it might have just been spilled milk. sometimes i can’t tell if i’m not going to get out of bed all day, or if i’m going to step into traffic as soon as i do.

{that’s how we live}

rogues

beer, tinykitchen, and non-american flags.

{this is an inventory}

there are seventeen people in this room. eight of them write with pencils, one of them big and wooden, and the rest are mechanical. everyone else writes in pen. four of them are visibly chewing gum. two of them are male. two are wearing some derivative of pink as the major color of their current dress. six commercially produced water bottles sit in front of five people. one of them contains what appears to be orange juice; the rest contain water. four of them are aquafina bottles. one person has a bottle of caffeine-free pepsi. one person has a red nalgene containing what appears to be water. one medium-sized cup of coffee from starbucks sits in front of someone who also has a bottle of water. one bag of cheezts sits on the table. one laptop sits on the table, but it is closed. an avon catalog sits next to a pink razr cell phone. seven people wear glasses; one person has a pair of glasses on the table in front of her.

{light study}

light study

learning how to see the light again.

{chair study}

chair study

this is a study. but of what? maybe the chairs. mostly the new lens. hello, gladys schmitt center for creative writing.

{i don’t call it running away from my problems}

i want to get away from all this crap. i want to break my routine and leave my comfort zone and find something new. i’m festering again, like always, and no short period of breaks will make this better in the long term. i need to completely lose myself in everything i do so i can find it all against and remember why i even bother to get out of bed in the morning.

{morning light}

morning light

underinspired, uncaffeinated, un un un.i said how nice it was not to be alone anymore. we talk like we’re proving theorems. i look at things like i’m going to go blind in two days.