seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- these days feel crazy My lips are cracked like concrete, peeling open like soft fruit. They are numb but not from kissing. I've come to my own silly calculations: I eat french fries too many times a week and spend whole days wasting time. The rain is crackling outside in the heat like oil splattering in a pan. I took the guitar in the shower because the acoustics were better and then Kira knocked gently on the door and thought I was on the toilet. I feel sweaty and my pants stick to me in Denny's as we crowd in a booth. In Stein Mart, old women are gathering in small clusters, their walkers faithful horses ready to gallop away at the shot of a rifle. I want to eat coconut ice cream but my lips are numb. I pretend to pay the bills with my pretend money made from my pretend job. I remember when pretend was real. Even the food tasted better nonexistent. I want to call you up but I don't know your number. And even worse, I don't know you all that well either. 16:56 - 23 May, 2005 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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