top-40 radio hits keep playing in my head. just the choruses and the weird touching parts. that i never can understand where they come from, really.
i hear in secret coded patterns. and in the night i dream about a time when i am just another face, i guess. and so accessible that i need to tell people to stop.
now i am googogogogogog go gogog GO. a long list of things i would allow if given the opportunity. but in all practical cases, i still would not lower myself to.
if everything was like this, i would die every day with the sun and then rise back up in the night. my mind wirling around everything i see and hear and want into a thought that i just cannot handle
easily
to tell you the truth.
most of the time the memories are what really matter. the real things just make for evidence, skewed accounts, and truths incriminating and damaging to all parties involved.
i feel like i am out for blood and that this writing is going nowhere. there is a point in the midst of all of this that id like to get to.
but i feel like i am moving five light years an hour. and not even hopped up or floating somewhere else.
just suspended in this fucked up. thing. claws and teeth and all.