Date: 30-November-2007, 11:23 Subj: (no subject) Filter:    Public Tags: musing

I am frantically searching for the emergency brake.
The plot for my fragile sanity is in motion.
The ache in my head grows stronger
while my tolerance for [so many adjectives...] grows weaker.
I swallow liquid draining slowly down the back of my throat.
I feel for warm skin, but only feel cool and cold.

Well, we always knew you were sick.

Why should I be bothered?
Why today?

Have I entered the "dark period"?
Is epic weather is my future?
Seriously. EPIC WEATHER.
Whose fucking idea was that?

By now, you may realize that the "dark period" refers to something.
Wish I could give you a link.
Alas, it was a useless e-mail about website transition.
If you have concerns about the "dark period"
Please dial this number
and wrap the phone cord around your neck.

I have a short fuse because my body is busy fighting
invading hordes of alien microscopic species.
That's what I say.
I wonder if it's true.

I hope my body wins.
I hope this fuse has a quick respawn.
I hope short isn't relative to like, the distance to the moon.

Maybe the horde has infected my brain tissue.
Turning me into a raving whining bitch
and a swallowing aching child
simultaneously.

Go! Body! Go!
Fight! Fight!

Fuck a cheer. I want to go home.