a thursdayfriday
you get caught in a thursdayfriday, you know when you get slipstuck between days…things go on hold; turn cold. telephones spine you nervous, demanding, and you havent thought through your excuses, and the door goes, and how do they know where you are there? jumpy, buzzers, voice boxes, curtains closes. things wanting in. and you want to know where you are. But you're staring or thinking about sex or death and you know that talking to a friend will make you feel better because it usually does but you don't do that either. And you have stuff you must do that day but you put it off and sit there like you're in a lukewarm bath, okay as long as you don't move.
posted by Pareidolia at 1/07/2006 03:25:00 AM
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tune in on your way to love
tune out the rest of the time
stop by for a plate of Indian vegetarian. have all the rice off my plate. your fork in my platestuff. buttered with anticipation
eat for love this thursdayfriday
i am not starving now, for a while, thanks to your massive spoonfulls
heaping spoons, they are heaping
so what's better, impose injustice on some for your own pleasure or wait and decline and be patient. what kind of question is that. of course. your own pleasure should not be put above justice. so sit back and do all the right things and purposefuly hurt noone and be gentle with feelings and karma will come and rescue you and will give you all the pleasure you deserve. right? but everybody's heart doesn't beat the same, everybody's brain, everybody's flame, what have you done. you've caught every temptation that acted respectful towards you. it was invigorating to make such a mess out of others. and you have done your suffering. not enough, sure. but I am waiting, karma, what will you do to me now, I am waiting, just do something. something more serious than making me always have the last cup out of a coffee pot that was brewed hours before, something stronger than me and my father not growing any closer.
I've met so many people who had lost their angelic loved ones and they miss them like maniacs. thank god, I am not the only one.
I need, [it is plain necessary], a ghost, an entity, a paranormal substance, to come to me, to show me. something from out of here to help me with what is going on in here. I will not fear. I will invite and listen. and so should you, brainflame, meet me one day. randomly or according to an arrangement, whichever happens first
swoop through me
like I have just swooped through you
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