PNEUMATIC THE TENSION This room is stifling and you drill me like a drone; tensing muscles in the face of my head. Outside, the girl with the yellow Kia has left it running again. If such things would only ever run out of gas. The serene after-effect of pleasure makes me wish youd already left. Im too old now for this snarky shit again. - I must ask my father once more - why, oh why, was I born into this mess : poverty and dire straits, replete with foundational instabilities and a family of liars and cheats. Detrimental happiness is nothing so good at all. - I wish I was running for office, then at least I could lie and stammer. As it is, something in my blood makes me speak the truth, which always hurts. You jackass. You fool. You tempermental lout; emphasis on mental. - Today I visited the Delaware Water Gap again and hiked for miles the Appalachian Trail, looking for a place where I could jump off and not fail - splatter on rocks, splinter to pieces on the far down-below. Die of a million newly broken bones. ------- garyjinn.blogspot #4773
Posted on: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 21:23:55 +0000
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