when the fire is hot, the hammer will strike and the glow will fill us. the anvil will sing. let the metal cool, so it may harden into the discipline so rightfully needed. slowly. breathe life into the metal, one breath at a time. bind the finish, polish and rejoice a solemn smile. sublime the sharpness, sharp the intent.
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today saw too much coffee flow into and through me. my stomach is a raw bag, bileish and angry. my mind sits sourly in my skull, steeped in black wired nerves and thoughts turned inside out. my humor drove the subject matter of every conversation today. drove it, whipped it into darkling territory, flowing tangental knots of twisted sinew. many a topic lay abused behind me, punished and dirty in the path of my compulsions. my throat is coated in a sickly sweet pain. my teeth sing little dull aches from my jaw grinding pauses between rampant phrases. my voice sits at the bottom of a gravel hill, in murky water, dead and waiting for the dogs to sniff the rot. the sleep will not come easily tonight, not as it did the night before, and the previous, and so on. no, the tangled sheets will tell of my fetal twitching. my frenzy eyes, trapped behind the stalwart defense of my iron clad lids, will know of no pleasant sight. i will not sleep, but i will not let my eyes see the blue light of a darkened room. every sound will be my undoing, in my heightened state, my weakened body. my fragile thoughts scattered through the expanding shell of my little shrinking soul, lost within the eternal void of my physical body. then the daylight will come, just as sleep will flirt and run. all tomorrow's parties will be grey.
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all an all, pretty good day. feelin fine. feeling good. sure, not much in the tellin of it. nothing life altering, nothing too good or bad. the sun is up a little longer, a precursor to never setting at all. I'd like a visitor, as unlikely as it may be. come on up, stay a little while, leave before it gets to you. i'd just as much like a vacation, a permanent move, or a fresh start. some thoughtful reading. a hug would do. maybe a glass of milk.
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today saw too much coffee flow into and through me. my stomach is a raw bag, bileish and angry. my mind sits sourly in my skull, steeped in black wired nerves and thoughts turned inside out. my humor drove the subject matter of every conversation today. drove it, whipped it into darkling territory, flowing tangental knots of twisted sinew. many a topic lay abused behind me, punished and dirty in the path of my compulsions. my throat is coated in a sickly sweet pain. my teeth sing little dull aches from my jaw grinding pauses between rampant phrases. my voice sits at the bottom of a gravel hill, in murky water, dead and waiting for the dogs to sniff the rot. the sleep will not come easily tonight, not as it did the night before, and the previous, and so on. no, the tangled sheets will tell of my fetal twitching. my frenzy eyes, trapped behind the stalwart defense of my iron clad lids, will know of no pleasant sight. i will not sleep, but i will not let my eyes see the blue light of a darkened room. every sound will be my undoing, in my heightened state, my weakened body. my fragile thoughts scattered through the expanding shell of my little shrinking soul, lost within the eternal void of my physical body. then the daylight will come, just as sleep will flirt and run. all tomorrow's parties will be grey.
~
all an all, pretty good day. feelin fine. feeling good. sure, not much in the tellin of it. nothing life altering, nothing too good or bad. the sun is up a little longer, a precursor to never setting at all. I'd like a visitor, as unlikely as it may be. come on up, stay a little while, leave before it gets to you. i'd just as much like a vacation, a permanent move, or a fresh start. some thoughtful reading. a hug would do. maybe a glass of milk.
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woodstock:
Wha....? Didn't you know? I AM a swarthy pirate!!!! 
arachnequarius:
yr siwwy. 
