and i hate and i hate
elevator music the way we fight
watching us wither silent�things i could use right now.
1. gin. gobs & gobs of gin.
2. a novel i could get into & stay in.
3. eleven hours' sleep.
4. real fantastic kissing.
:::::& it is evident from these four things that what i really want is escape. you can read that easily.
maybe you can't read so easily that chris spent half an hour talking sense into my head (which had no room for sense at the time, honeys) & sent me home with the lune, on the cutting room floor, which didn't sound good on the terrible speakers on my computer, but still.
i don't know what i'm harboring. maybe this is it.
and a package came for you today from the hunan province / the postmark burning jet black / in the summer sun / and someone was changing / someone was changing from the inside out / and i turned around / to face you :[j.darnielle]:
