Monday, November 12, 2012

WWW DOT FUCK MY LIFE DOT CALM

I AM A BROKEN GLASS HELD TOGETHER BY THE ICE INSIDE IT. I AM A FLOCK OF FLOCK OF DEAD BIRDS HELD UP BY GALE FORCE WINDS. I AM IVY THAT DOESN'T KNOW THE WALL IT'S CLIMBING IS CRUMBLING. I AM THE LAST WINTER BEFORE AN ICE AGE. I AM THE EMPTY PAGES BEFORE THE BIBLE BEGINS. 

I AM THE BLANK CHECK CONNECTED TO AN EMPTY BANK ACCOUNT: WILLING AND FULL OF POTENTIAL.


I AM THE EMPTY BOTTLE THAT YOU MAY FILL WITH MILK OR GASOLINE. I AM THE BREATH YOU TAKE BETWEEN SCREAMS. I AM THE LAST EMBER OF A DYING FIRE, EXTINGUISH IT OR BUILT SOMETHING NEW. I AM THE SIMMER IN A POT OF WATER.


I AM THE EMPTY ARK THAT HOLDS NO ANIMALS AND NO SEEDS. I AM THE BLOOD READY TO CLOT. I AM THE LAST SNOW OF YOUR LAST WINTER. I AM YOUR FIRST TASTE OF SUGAR. I AM YOUR FIRST SIGHT OF FIREWORKS AND YOUR FIRST SUNRISE. I AM THE SICKENING CRUNCH WHEN YOU BACK INTO ANOTHER CAR. I AM YOUR FIRST SUNBURN. I AM YOUR FIRST BEE STING AND YOUR FIRST TASTE OF HONEY. I AM A FUNERAL PYRE OF DRIED FLOWERS. I AM THE TREE, THE AXE, THE ROOT, AND THE ROT. 


I AM THE SALT WATER THAT CORRODES AND THE FRESH WATER THAT QUENCHES. I AM THE GRENADE AND THE HAND AND THE ARM AND THE TOSS. I AM, AND ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, THE KNIFE, THE WOUND, THE BANDAGE, AND THE SCAR. I AM THE DIVING EAGLE AND THE DYING FISH. I AM THE MOSQUITO AND I AM THE BLOOD AND I AM THE HAND THAT SWATS AND THE ARM THAT BLEEDS. 


I AM TYPOSH BUT WITHOUT ***** I AM NOTHING BUT A MILLION LITTLE PIECES.

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