2 pieces of pizza on my desk are becoming cold right now

2004-08-04, 10:08 p.m.

spin the dice and watch the blood and guts, the bile and sludge spin towards a singularity. watch the time you spent, the time you saw in the future, and the time you shoved into your pocket for safe keeping become one collage of moments, pasted onto the wall of a grimey alley amoung the tags and ancient bruised bricks. outside the convention there are thousands of voices demanding justice, screaming for the fair and the just to be announced as victors. inside each little mind lays the scriture of insolence and of greed.

i wanted for the papers to rip apart, and for a true cause to emerge, so i may figure out my plague. i say plague because its running through my blood with a ferocity that only the crystalline viruses can relate. full of metaphors that wain under the moon, i become a target for the obsenities that a smile can spout out with no sounds. there- that moment is catching on each fold of skin, when it gives into gravity, i wonder when i myself may fall under the folds of something tangible and unmarked for explosives or excavation.