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Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have my face crunched down into cold, white earth. What the taste of ice and blood would be like mixed together on my already acidic tongue. Metallic. Lingering. Thick. If I'd find it in me to get up. Blister out one more round despite it all. Or if I'd finally stay down. Drift off with the wind. Disappear into the quiet.
Mad Hatter (Archive)
I don't want to be filled to this capacity -- it's a god damn travesty. Spent two years finding insanity. "Crumpet and tea?" My mind keeps going back and forth with rubber-band-like elasticity. Feels like I'm being shocked with electricity. "Crumpet and tea?" "Crumpet and tea?" It's just the Mad Hatter and me.
One often follows the other.
ReplyDeleteHello again, dear.
ReplyDeleteHey, darling.
DeleteI think some of your writing would be at home on a better class of fortune cookie fortunes.
It doesn't pay much but the karmic benefits can't be beat. You in?
I'll handle the popsicle in stick jokes.
Sounds like a plan.
DeleteThough, I do pity whoever has to eat a cardboard-flavored cookie while reading a slip of paper that says something along the lines of "today is a good day for geese" -- or some other nonsense.
I hate to differ with you, but I can't imagine anything that would make eating a cardboard-flavored cookie more worthwhile than the thought that perhaps somehow, somewhere a goose may benefit from it.
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