he is tired, depressed and pale.
"-days, I think. And, I,... I don't know." [Drink of something; unclear what.] "Actually I'd like to burn it down. Can't think clearly enough to do it though." [Laughs.] "And now.. this."
-then, no matter where you are, in a crowded restraunt or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully concieved denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then, for better or worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truley are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmares will begin.
[this is bad. this must be bad.good morning downward spiral. the sun is coming out from hiding, this is also bad. is it a bad sign that the only thing that makes me feel humAN anymore is .. a gut full of vodka? ]
And then the nightmares will begin.
Current Mood: 
dull
Current Music: from sinking ; isis [iloveisis]