no crickets.
Oct. 26th, 2001 10:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantin my dream, jr held me. and when i woke it hurt to break it, that embrace that wasn't there. i told him i would move to seattle if i did not get this job. a boy kept calling his father in india (calling card in hand) to tell him little revelations. each time he would announce his intentions to the sky, face upturned. was he calling the dead? i did not know for sure. we all sat on a capacious porch and the sky beyond it was pale twilight. we were all at an informal wedding for friends. my souvenir was a blank polaroid.
also: little self-directed wires that branch out from every available metal device in the room. i realize they are like new-forged neuron pathways, but electrical. it is the ghost in the machine. this is after some of them jump into my mouth, feeding off my bioelectricity. this is painful, and i rip them out, their small suction cups pulling pieces of flesh with them.
yesterday, i might mention, i cut my finger (at the hospital) opening a yogurt container (at the hospital!) and it bled like a motherfucker, like a papercut, one of those fine hairline rifts. it hurts now.
tonight we're going to noho for r's party. we are apparently also bringing in a young friend of hers. it is my job today to peer-pressure her into skipping her afternoon class so we can leave earlier. that's right pinocchio, step right this way.
it is so wind-howly that it moans through the windows.
also: little self-directed wires that branch out from every available metal device in the room. i realize they are like new-forged neuron pathways, but electrical. it is the ghost in the machine. this is after some of them jump into my mouth, feeding off my bioelectricity. this is painful, and i rip them out, their small suction cups pulling pieces of flesh with them.
yesterday, i might mention, i cut my finger (at the hospital) opening a yogurt container (at the hospital!) and it bled like a motherfucker, like a papercut, one of those fine hairline rifts. it hurts now.
tonight we're going to noho for r's party. we are apparently also bringing in a young friend of hers. it is my job today to peer-pressure her into skipping her afternoon class so we can leave earlier. that's right pinocchio, step right this way.
it is so wind-howly that it moans through the windows.
