one with the freaks

2004-06-12, 3:44 a.m.

you could walk through the forest and feel the ground breaking under your feet. you could taste the adrenaline pouring into your blood and into your spit when the first of a series of sharpened sticks pierce your skin. nothing left to do but look up into the red sky that pokes through the treetops, xylophones ringing in your head, immobalized as a beached whale.

all i have is a fresh start when i wake up, because frustration will culmintate and i will hear the breaking notes of a haywire symphony (at least i could someday hear it).