Friday, October 24, 2008

You think you're so smart but I've seen you naked

Friday, October 24, 2008
Again, once a fucking gain, I cannot write about that which I want to write about. Never should I have shared this shit, no, nor made friends with invisible people. Thing is, I don't think that even if I could write about what I want to write about that I could write about it. I wouldn't know what to write, you see.

I know that this, this it, is related to rage. It is conversant with confusion. It dallies, no doubt, with depression. But it lacks any solidity, this it, being centred around shit that may not even have happened or, if it did, may not have been intended. All these happenings and non-happenings, they have me riled, addled, down. I cannot separate the three. They writhe together on the grubby kitchen floor that is my mind, addled fucking riled as riled goes down on down, a sweaty mass of squirming flesh. I try to pull them apart, force them to cease their joyless fucking but I am but one to their three, and I'm not trying too hard because really, it's making me hard, this self-composed poisoned porn of mine. It disgusts me, but I cannot tear myself away. I like too much to watch.

As expected, I have nowhere to go with this. With this, or much else.

11 Johns and Janes for the comment whore:

Anonymous said...

I must state that this is possibly one of your most mindless and ridiculous rants to date, though i find just like a car accident i cannot stop looking at this blog and am always excited and happy to see the new stranded on gaia emails when they arrive

fatmammycat said...

After Monday you can come round to mine on days such as this, bring ice.

savannah said...

well, sugar, you could be facing the possibility of seeing sarah palin on your tv everyfuckingdayforthenext4years! so, it could be worse!

that's why i'm voting obama/biden08

(shall i send some bubbly around to your place?) xoxoxo

stipes said...

I think the walking should start soon, very soon.
(btw,is that the president of the you nited states in the title

Medbh said...

You do vague very well, Gimme.
Chin up.

gimme a minute said...

Anonymous:
Thanks, I think.

Fatmammycat:
I'm beginning to think that this marathon gig is just an excuse to spend the following week face down in a pool of rum.

Savannah:
I'll come and get it.

Stipes:
Oh, very good. I won't tell you where the line comes from, you'll only be disappointed.

It's not Shakira, but it certainly ain't Bob.

Medbh:
You should see me do explicit.

Kim Ayres said...

If you want a 2nd opinion with an invisible who knows all about depression and how it interweaves and how to separate, you can find my email on my profile.

gimme a minute said...

Kim:
Thank you, and happy meaningful birthday.

Conan Drumm said...

Avoid the mirror for a while.

gimme a minute said...

Conan:
There's a wonderful short story by Robert Cormier about a father's loss, through the whole growing up gig, of his daughter's affections.

It's called 'Except when you're shaving, don't look in any mirrors'.

Conan Drumm said...

I'll look for it.

 
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