Saturday, December 10, 2005

I botched the seduction.

pulling back.
restrategize.
plan and implement. research
hebrew
aspiring gd artist for washington branch?
approach indirectly.
resistance rebellion and death: essays
painting. enter the spirit.
turkish coffee. camel lights.

i can tell. it has lost momentum.
how would i know then how quickly it was over

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

conversations

i cant say enough about him. every detail stands out..

my wild behavior can only mean one of two things:
i am a crazy passion filled lost soul that lives in a dream world attached to concepts that are not realistic, that currently he is the object of my fascination, that i like to obsess... and that i want to fill some unfillable void in myself by trying to heal him

or i am in love.

both possibilities make me want to puke.

my dream i had last nite

i went to a party with molly. something happened when we got there, but i dont remember it. then somehow we got separated. i went downstairs. somehow i was out of it, the room was full of junk, and dark. not pitch black, but dark, and i bumped into something. this tripped something up, and a switch got hit... next thing i knew, a big arm type thing came hurling at me seemingly attached to the ceiling. i ducked, and it swung around, and then came back again... swinging around and around like a fan. i was leaning against a wall, and could barely understand what was happening, only that i needed to get down, so i slid down the wall, covering my face with my hands until i landed on the ground. it took forever for me to get there. then this spinning thing started going faster and faster, and soon the whole room was shaking. i didnt know what was going on, how to get out, where anyone else was, i was just fucked up and spinning... my head-i couldnt look at anything, my hands were covering my eyes, and i was frozen; i couldnt move anything. my muscles would not work, and i didnt know where the door was, or even how to think that clearly. i just wanted this spinning scarey thing to stop, and finally all of the sudden something happened, and something broke, made a big loud noise, and all came crashing down. somehow i wasn't hurt, and all the sudden people came running in, asking what had happened, and what was i doing. i still couldnt move, could barely talk, all that i said, the only thing coming out of my mouth, my hands still covering my face, was oh my god... oh my god.... oh my god.......

and then somewhere between dreaming and waking, i thought of you. somewhere as i emerged, breathing heavily, scared to death, i thought of you.