glasseyed

everything is fucking great, nothing has changed, that I'm aware of anyway, but wow... shit, things are great, exciting, happening, and I'm in incredible pain in five different parts of my body, gangrene - maybe, but I am superman and harpo and neal and... I may change my mind later, but for right now - use the hand that hurts to make those wild gesticulations, severe nerve damage in the right elbow, this time it's the forehead, and it's not my forehead, I should write a children's book, right now, didn't go to class because I'm sprained ankle superharpo, I just woke up 10 minutes ago, my eyes are scarcely able to stay all the way open yet, mr. malcolm x, holy shit, either I'm the great force of nature that I think I am or everyone is actually harmless underneath, the great exciting, terribly interesting band members, in bands, holy shit, a band, the poet, the homosexual, the homosexual, the homosexual, the beady eyed cowboy shirt innocuous somebody, shit, we're all frightened, who am I kidding? we're all scared shitless, myself included, we all are. I don't have any answers, but I'll open my mouth and twist my ankle useless: still superman. let's be honest with each other, admit we're scared, admit we have no idea what the hell we're doing... but... there are heroes. injured.