my hands are cold, but the rest of my body is warm. like my veins and arteries have been severed at the wrist. somehow i'm still managing to pound out these vaguely familiar letters on this keyboard. not that it matters at all.

astringofcharactersblowinginthewindlikeacloudofdustthatsettlesonthevinylsiding
ofmytrailerandwashesoffwiththerainanddriesagainandblowsinthewind
tosettleonthevinylsidingofmytrailer
andwashesoffwiththerain...

vocabulary is hopeless/worthless. this much i have found. i have too much to say for mere words. so much to say that it all cancels out and leaves me silent and imploding. i see...

...beautypainlovehatewarfaminepridefamiliessaintssinnersfarmersstockbrokerssunsetsmalepatternbaldness
blackswhiteshispanicsasiansandeverythinginbetweenstarsmooncloudsrainsnowicesleet
uglycarpetcarstrucksloserswinnersgamblerstightwadssavvyinvestorsdeadgrassmailmen
beerdrinkersbagboysfastfoodworkerscopsfiremenpuppiescatsunhappycouples...

i see it all run together in a blur as the earth spins out of control toward some unseen mark in time when it will all separate and come to an end. and this string of characters doesn't mean anything.

just me and Him now.

current music: something corporate