purple haze
i'm in a fog today. i sit and stare.
i'm in detox, trying to push water and simple foods into my system so it can get itself back to normal. why do i feel that i've been played as the fool? easy conversation over rye and ginger and roaming through empty sackville streets in a manner that transcended the usual boss-employee pattern. i'm not sure there was a hidden point, but i'm not convinced there wasn't. the effects came on slow but caught up quickly, as dancing in the studio became hanging over the porcelain at 4:30am.
today everything is bright and shiny.
light dazzles through my half-opened eyes. the sky is frightfully blue and the dead grass coming up from melted snow is startlingly green, while everything else remains in varying states of slate grey.
I was supposed to be in moncton by now- i'm sorry fucked it up. i needed the girl talk as much as you did. only a few more weeks, and we'll do it right. in the meantime i'll write.
i'm in a fog today. i sit and stare.
i'm in detox, trying to push water and simple foods into my system so it can get itself back to normal. why do i feel that i've been played as the fool? easy conversation over rye and ginger and roaming through empty sackville streets in a manner that transcended the usual boss-employee pattern. i'm not sure there was a hidden point, but i'm not convinced there wasn't. the effects came on slow but caught up quickly, as dancing in the studio became hanging over the porcelain at 4:30am.
today everything is bright and shiny.
light dazzles through my half-opened eyes. the sky is frightfully blue and the dead grass coming up from melted snow is startlingly green, while everything else remains in varying states of slate grey.
I was supposed to be in moncton by now- i'm sorry fucked it up. i needed the girl talk as much as you did. only a few more weeks, and we'll do it right. in the meantime i'll write.
posted by Suzanne Zappia at 6:34 PM
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