Weekends of performance with wide-shut eyes. The epiphanic feeling that comes when you understand you're taken for granted. In any capacity. Flat lines and dots that extend finitely. Of course, it's all displacement-defense. Gifts of frustration ungiven long enough to become smearing clouds and coppering leaves. Gentle and temporary goodbyes to pets ascending the ladder. And their quiet tears, which hallmark a mourning they don't fully understand. The simplification of life into zeroes and ones. Purging a temple of party favors. The wretched halo of a disbelieving mouth. Open in a perfect circle of disgust; the only ring present in a wretched proposal, smashed against dissonant entitlement.
Which is, of course, a defense.
5:15 p.m. - 2023-09-01
Recent entries:
Cream-cheese Slow Motion - 2023-09-08
Half a Dozen Interruptions - 2023-09-08
Random Variable Cortisol - 2023-09-08
Only Part Time - 2023-09-08
Helpful Guidelines for Understanding What the Fuck You're Doing - 2023-09-01
My profile
Archives
Notes
Diaryland
Random
RSS
others:
Blubbles
Swordfern
NormalToilet
Life-My-Way
Bridgecity
Babyhead
Murder
Frostopia
HumHum
Secret-motel
ATwoWayDream