bad things done with bad intentions and a good heart.
I AM HAZY, SO LAZY AND DRIVEN.
‘It is the moon that disappears
It is the starts that hide not I
It’s the City that vanishes, I stay
with my forgotten shoes,
my invisible stocking
It is the call of a bell.’
We like to play our cards wrong.
(hungover and over and over and over and over and over and over)
Feeling the warmpth from a small car tire that bumped into my shins.
We are hostile creatures surrounded by a heat of facts.
dusky, fossiled paradise rippling toward impoverished fringes
: I’m not impressed.
so I occupy the skyline.
I’d like to dwell in a space of attentive solicitude, but the walls bear up the angle of the floor. Unattracted, roughly whispered and retrieved: the massless light won’t slant.
The public loves to be told that it has to learn to expect less, because everyone wants everyone else to have less, and everyone is willing to have less himself if that is the price for making everyone else but him have less.
Once upon a time the artificial limb was the prosthesis. Now you are.
Jax took this picture of me two weeks before he died. We were in Poland, I was wearing those blue pants that I love - they were teal actually, and I had those Harry Potter glasses. And when I’d fall asleep with them on Max would draw a lightening bolt on my forehead in pen. Then they got lost or I left them somewhere, and no one would let me drive anymore (especially not on the autostrade, but sometimes on the back roads) or point things out to me like pretentious looking birds sitting up in trees. On this same day we got to where we were going and watched bizarre Polish movies with Polish subtitles which did no good other than to make me respect the letter Ł , just because it has a line through it. It is used and at the same time cancels itself out. So it might as well not even be there, but it is.
Ł Ł Ł Ł Ł Ł Ł. See? Isn’t it great?
That evening I fell asleep on a thick rug that smelled neither pleasant nor unpleasant and provided enough cush so that gravity and my own flesh didnt bruise my hip bones against the floor. In the morning we didn’t have breakfast.
The next day I broke my nose.
