Posted by: trish on: 07:29:07.
“This fall I think you’re riding for–it’s a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment [...]
Posted by: trish on: 07:28:07.
It’s all angry pms-inspired trash talk.
It annoys me how your pride can be taller than you, but not surprisingly because you’re not really “tall”. You remind me of those people who talk dung about others, that they’re such jerks and they do not deserve what they have, and that you try so hard but you [...]
Posted by: trish on: 07:27:07.
That sudden thumping of my chest startled me. Was it because of a somewhat predictably good ending of a book or my sitting up so fast or a dead memory resurrecting before my eyes? I don’t know but it suddenly stopped when I shut the latter off. It’s like my pulse gasped for another one [...]
Posted by: trish on: 07:24:07.
They itch. They burn. They drive you to insanity. You don’t like them; nevertheless, you get them. You try smearing some ointment, but no matter what you do, it still shows the blood bumping off your skin. You won’t forget – cause it will itch some more and more and more… until you hurt yourself [...]
Posted by: trish on: 07:22:07.
Finally, the clearance of intoxication releases me from my own deathly grip. I can now strip the chicken of its wings, and all the dragonflies of their eyes. Let’s pause for a moment and remember all the deaths brought by such an irrational action.
If there’s one thing she saw from the trip, it’s the memory [...]
Posted by: trish on: 07:20:07.
Here’s one final blow on the negative chakra I’ve left in me. Who can ever get sick of drama? Is it really in the female anatomy that we are such suckers for bloody heartaches and sentiments? I don’t know but I think I’m turning male tonight. Maybe that tennis ball did a good job. Ahh. [...]
