Second Hand Confrontations
09/29/98

Subtle differences. Barely noticeable. My eyebrows are going. So is the time. The meter is running. Freelance whoring. Tepid water beckons. More and more I hear my name. The hours I sleep less and less. This is just way too late. No excuse. No good one anyway. Private invitation only. Work is futile when compared to the dreams of the Phoenicians. Careless hands kill the dreams of a nation. Sex comes in small packages. Post Office always manages to lost packages. Either that or they exchange "gifts" on the holidays.

Labels required? Call it quits and destroy a little boy's vision. The toys die and he has nothing to play with. Then he has nothing to do but become filled with complete evil, blackness of the heart. Choking, coughing and hoping that tomorrow never comes.

I love you like I love life itself. I love you deep azure eyes. I love you for the life that you give my heart. Every moment that beacons my love for you helps pump life through my veins. No. Yes. No. Have you forgot the pin number? Many ideas with no paper to put them to. Silent together. Sometimes life is too great to be kept jarred up in room with no shelves. The jar must face the window and be water twice daily. The temperature raises and we bring to face problems. The need for protection is greatly increased. Nothing much is happening. Nothing ever will. Great opposition needs to be meet greatly. Next in line please. Wait your turn. Do you want two sugars and cream? The crease hidden all the fallen sugar. It has made a home. The other way around, could be devastating. Crucial it is. Crucify my love to the date tree. I bear the insignia on my wrist. He's kinda angry now, can I take a message?

The sign says "together nothing is interesting." So I yelled at the sign for lying and spit on it. The sign became very upset and called the cops the Cops came to my house today as they do ever week. I told them to get the hell off my property. Those damn swines. They never learn. So later that night I went back out and I killed the cop and the sign and went to bed with my three pillows and blanket and hoped that the earthly morning would have mercy on me and let my sleep a few extra minutes.

Don't you lie again. Don't lie again. Don't let me feel the need to lie. I actually did a lot today. I counted the number of socks I had and id tagged them all. The fun the merrier. So kill me. 1