[It dances backwards and forwards before my minds eye, locked onto it as a hypnotic pendulum. My focus is broken, because the bell is fractured.]
I had a whole bunch of shit I needed to whine about and get off my chest last night, but I was never given a chance too. Guess Ill plug the bottle, and hide it in my turn cloak.
[It swells in my belly, and the ringing heaves me over, wet hands like paws trailing along the broken concrete under me. My tongue laps at my cracking lips, and my eyes lift up, hesitantly to behold-]
I slept well last night despite the fact I went to bed late. I woke up late too. Your move, Sandman. I dont want to tell you about my dreams, because Ill prove all the feminists right.
[Suddenly the stars in her eyes come alive and Im falling into an abyss of sickly bracken water. I take it into my lungs and the poultice consumes me like wildfire.]
Fucking douchebag hipsters with their pre-mature moustaches make me want to crack skulls. An Asian girl who looks like Alex is pacing back and forth irritably because her bus is late.
[Im being thrown across the sky, the fractured bell tossed back and forth around my head, muted as the wind rushes around my ears. I see the sand gathering below me. Sweet solace.]
Its cold on lonsdale street this morning. Once again, it dawns on me that I dont have any really close friends like I used to.
[The night gathers as I lay on the shore. The tide is a symphony of white salt water, keeping in time to the rhythm of my subconscious. The stars glitter like so many diamonds. The moon is broken, swinging precariously from side to side.]
The hippy woman who always tries to get on the bus before me is here again. Today she will fail. Its all about lifes little victories.
[With content, I close my eyes.]
And the [the ringing] begins.
I had a whole bunch of shit I needed to whine about and get off my chest last night, but I was never given a chance too. Guess Ill plug the bottle, and hide it in my turn cloak.
[It swells in my belly, and the ringing heaves me over, wet hands like paws trailing along the broken concrete under me. My tongue laps at my cracking lips, and my eyes lift up, hesitantly to behold-]
I slept well last night despite the fact I went to bed late. I woke up late too. Your move, Sandman. I dont want to tell you about my dreams, because Ill prove all the feminists right.
[Suddenly the stars in her eyes come alive and Im falling into an abyss of sickly bracken water. I take it into my lungs and the poultice consumes me like wildfire.]
Fucking douchebag hipsters with their pre-mature moustaches make me want to crack skulls. An Asian girl who looks like Alex is pacing back and forth irritably because her bus is late.
[Im being thrown across the sky, the fractured bell tossed back and forth around my head, muted as the wind rushes around my ears. I see the sand gathering below me. Sweet solace.]
Its cold on lonsdale street this morning. Once again, it dawns on me that I dont have any really close friends like I used to.
[The night gathers as I lay on the shore. The tide is a symphony of white salt water, keeping in time to the rhythm of my subconscious. The stars glitter like so many diamonds. The moon is broken, swinging precariously from side to side.]
The hippy woman who always tries to get on the bus before me is here again. Today she will fail. Its all about lifes little victories.
[With content, I close my eyes.]
And the [the ringing] begins.