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things to get off my mind
I walk along the river from time to time. Feeling your call. I think about going for a swim, but who would be there to pull me out?
I walk along the river from time to time. Some days when the tide is high and I feel you kiss my ankles, I’m tempted to wade in, but know I wouldn't return.
Cold November morning. 11 am.
I sit on the edge of my bed and look at the wall. The most light that will be of today, comes in through the window. My shadow— stretched, giant on the wall. It’s faint, but I see her.
There are antennas coming out from my head. Thick, soft looking. They curl outwards at the end, facing away from each other. I’m a bug. I want to go outside. My shadow fades into the white wall.
Later that night. 8 pm.
I sit on the edge of my bed and look at the wall. The candles are lit behind me. My shadow— stretched, giant on the wall. It’s darker, more defined now. There are little, thick hairs on the antennas.
My body, larger than usual. Shapeless.
I stare at my shadow, lightly trembling in the candlelight. I want to go outside.
The shape of wings unfurl from the body and stretch from each end of the wall.
After you left, I continued to grow my hair out incase you returned.
Once it was down to my ankles, I realized you probably weren’t coming back.
Questions that keep me up:
Why do most Disney villains die by falling?
How come we never see cranes on buildings being transported on ground?
How come I get dumber and more forgetful with each passing day? Is it the stroke, the brain damage, chemicals in the food, the internet, radiation?
When we die will we be able to see more colors?
Today I saw a pigeon with a chow mein noodle stuck to its back. It made me cry.
I was a pioneer to speculations. Now I am master of predictions. No more surprises.
Meeting notes
-taking a really long time to start it’s fine minutes in with no talking what’s so ever
Really awkward but no one is saying anything.
-corporate clowns, soulless beings, mindless banter
-talking shit behind people’s back, I sit back and observe
-48 minutes I’m finally addressed
Every birthday wish, every dime in the fountain, every eyelash fallen to my cheek, that shooting star outside the plane window turned into praying on my knees, picking up grimy pennies on the city streets, plucking eyelashes from my eyes, and staring at the night sky without blinking.
Zombie movie script review
My dislikes:
-cliche jump scares
-last woman trope (cliche)
-feels like AI wrote the script
-a big ad for 7-eleven
-zombie infection movies are overdone
-predictable story line
Likes and advantages:
-comic relief was funny
-the ex girlfriend dying (also funny)
-can partner with 7-Eleven for publicity
-zombies sound kind of cool
The cat went to the show. came out a dog. (?)
Song:
G E E# E GF
C E CC
Pluck the pearls from my skin
clear the thoughts
Every now and then
The dream flows back to its source
It is the alluring echo
lure me, back x2
Is this all I can be
Is this all there is
Of you and me?
Suck the dew, prick of pin
Hear the moth
Cuz every now and then
Her voice flows back onto course
It is the alluring echo
lure me, back x2
Is this all I can be
Is this all there is
If it’s not meant to be
