Two nights ago I got home from doing acid and also being drunk. I felt so good there, and I came home from having a lot of good thoughts but god I feel awful now and can’t help but remark on how being around people really staves off the awful of things. And then they leech off to wherever leeching is happening and you can’t find the exit. It’s okay I suppose, but I’d like to know where leeching is happening and also where the exit is. I’m helpless to every form of non-waiting room behavior. Writing is making me feel better, ahh, writing always makes me feel better.
New line. Good. The hats off and I know exactly what room I’m in but its so dark that I could be anywhere. I could be typing this out of a dumpster in fuck all or wearing some kind of hat and I keep having to touch my hair to remind myself that no, I’m not wearing a fucking beret right now. When I go home at night and watch myself I’m a little here and there.
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