TruthThere is nothing romantic about it.If there is one thing in this pitiful existence that you must constantly strive for, make it Truth. The least you can do is be honest. The leastleast you can... least and... you-And you struggle.... but you can't.Your truths, your eyesChange.And everything that you believe will be a lie. Every single thing that you have said, you will need to undo, only to change again and without cause or warning.Truth."But why are you so obsessed with Truth?" she asked.And you looked at her with your prismatic eyes, through that wavering screen...When your mouth opened, it hungbreathing.You had no
PaintThere it is again; like a scratching, tapping. Of course I know I'm being paranoid, standing in the kitchen with a piece of bread balanced on my palm, butter knife full of peanut butter trembling in midair. How long has it been? One minute? Ten?Probably less than two since I first heard it, and it's random... tap, tap-scratch, a pause... tap, tap... It's so obviously random, but to paranoid ears in the dead of night, anything can seem deliberate. Logic takes a back seat to faint sounds, and even as I'm telling myself that I'm laughing at myself I can feel the way my mouth tugs down in a grimace, the way my brow is furrowed. I hear no laug
Waiting For TrafficHair on my cigarette.Filmy, my teeth.Waiting for traffic as he,he pulls into the turn faster,speeds up for the-"Ready?" he says."No- woah!" We go over."Morning" he says.But how can you tell what time of day of day itof day it is when II need a minute toto gather my-In pieces, it goes by.Thirty, you say?Why, I'm not a day over-Shreds, really,bits with jagged edgesfly up the way only a burned thing can fly.Oh just give me aplease just gather my-All of the pieces,fit and then fall,porcelain from different broken-But then who is the one with several minds?Jagged and I can't seem to finish a
To the vaguely catlike thingTo the vaguely catlike thing that I saw at the top of the cellar stairwell:Yes; I saw you. Stop being so coy about it; you know you wanted me to see you there.I do not know why you are so hungry for my attention, but if you and your friends could refrain from this constant harassment of my periphery, I'd be quite relieved. An understatement of course, on both accounts.This is your official notice to cease and desist. If you and your eyeless, lipless, hairless and hairy friends do not immediately remove your shadows and half-glimpses from my line of view, well, I can assure you that something is going to happen.I'm not entirely sure wh
HelperLast nightI was so tired. Everything was taken care of. The dogs were fed. The shower could wait until morning. The mail was taken in and the dishes were done. Nothing had exploded, so it was good that I hadn't dedicated my time to worrying that things would explode. I've come a long way, baby.As I climbed the suddenly long and steep stairs and neared the room, a bit of fluffy white paper bedding, of the type that the rats and the ferrets use as a bed and a toilet and a means of self-expression, Forrest Gump feathered up at me. I imagine I smiled as I grabbed it off of my pant-leg with two fingers.Then I opened the bedroom door.Ferret
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