seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ho chi minh and the silence of the lambs my head was burning inside with not enough sleep...that dull pain that thuds inside like a misplaced heartbeat...i couldn't concentrate in my humor class and then fiction technique where i commented on Ho Chi Minh living in France and everyone nodded their heads like "uh-huh, you idiot." and no one knew robert olen butler even taught at the very institution we all attend and i felt sick like that robot on a small wonder or something, where i could freeze time with the tip of my finger but then i just get locked away in a boy's closet late at night...so all of the powerlessness of being winded up and placed like a statue between clothes hangers has cancelled out the ability to fuck up time...ok, stupid connections i popped the silence of the lambs into my vcr when i got home and crawled underneath the safety of my covers because no one was home and i can scare myself shitless when i really want to...and i did...i ran around the house flicking on lights and pulling open shower curtains with amusing amounts of suspense after about an hour of watching hannibal the cannibal crack clarice open like an oyster then i felt the psychological melancholy of too much thought which leads to minimal action me, tucked away with the precipitation banging away i just popped open a dr. pepper and took a sip then poured the rest down the drain 7:53 p.m. - 2002-01-14 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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