when you need to put on your clothes piece by piece and think of what you'll do for the rest of the day it puts a strain on your brain that you know you cant shake unless you lie down in bed.
so off the clothes come and you tell yourself "forget it, i just dont want to deal with it today".
you turn on the t.v. and watch the news and its too depressing so you change the channel. as you flip you see reality television everywhere... all those perfect bodies, beautiful white teeth, ambition, passion, youth. your eyes turn towrd your massive stomach and you mutter an explitive underneath your breath. a ray of sunlight beams at the hole in the wall you made when you kicked it while the neighbors played their irritating music at full blast. it pisses you off even more. constipated, frustrated, and beads of sweat forming on your face, you turn the t.v. off, bring the shades down, and crawl towards the closet, where you will find a nice little area to tuck yourself into. wait for the daylight to fade so you can hide under the sheath of darkness in the alleys and underneath the pier. you sit on the sand and let the ocean touch your feet as you toss little pebbles into the massive home of neptune, godzilla, and the little mermaid. there is no feeling. no memories. you might as well be a corpse.
i think i'll walk to japan.
so off the clothes come and you tell yourself "forget it, i just dont want to deal with it today".
you turn on the t.v. and watch the news and its too depressing so you change the channel. as you flip you see reality television everywhere... all those perfect bodies, beautiful white teeth, ambition, passion, youth. your eyes turn towrd your massive stomach and you mutter an explitive underneath your breath. a ray of sunlight beams at the hole in the wall you made when you kicked it while the neighbors played their irritating music at full blast. it pisses you off even more. constipated, frustrated, and beads of sweat forming on your face, you turn the t.v. off, bring the shades down, and crawl towards the closet, where you will find a nice little area to tuck yourself into. wait for the daylight to fade so you can hide under the sheath of darkness in the alleys and underneath the pier. you sit on the sand and let the ocean touch your feet as you toss little pebbles into the massive home of neptune, godzilla, and the little mermaid. there is no feeling. no memories. you might as well be a corpse.
i think i'll walk to japan.