you've got to be the best

2004-06-16, 3:06 a.m.

there is a room, with no lights except the rays of dusty light that penetrate the cracked wall, where i have laid my head to think a while. this is where the frustration goes; the disgust in human affairs, my own irreperable sins, my angst towards that iron-clad machine of 'them' (whoever they may be).

i always get up with a side of me that is sodden with dust and microscopic bits of skin that burrow into me and make me a completely new person, so i always remember that i could wake up one day, and be totally changed, for i may have turned over, and now i am someone elses skin and teeth and sweat and sex.