We run around time,
speak/think/feel in
stream of consciousness,
secret spies in separate
cars,
racing from nowhere to a shared
destination,
our little home of horrors. We have
a new friend now! Will he get it?
Will he dig it? Only time and his
muted reactions will tell...
Deciding after blowing some money that we should go to see a movie...Two and a half hours of mezmorizing cinema-vomit. Oh yes, Hollywood--choke on it, will you? ...But that's definetly NOT what I'm hear to talk about. I'm not here to talk at all.
Rip-off new age therapist's question for today: what's broken in Y O U ? Answer: ramble incoherent and meaningless words, be sure to mention your father and to talk non-stop for at least seven minutes. By then you would have almost had to vented, had to do some personal growth and/or healing. Feel better? That's right, swallow it down, nice and easy...
And after all the days of false smiles fed to a glassy eyed public with money in the bank and a need to feel the love seeping from whatever crevice they can locate, will you be able to stay up oh so late and get a less than satisfactory amount of sleep only to do it again? Looks like you made your own bed girl!
Signed. Sealed. Delivered.