George Carlin joked that he wanted people to feel that way about how he died.
I ran into a pharmacist I used to work with at Winkler while I was picking up some prescriptions. She looked a lot different, I commented on how I liked how she had cut her hair short.
She said, "Oh no, I didn't cut it, I have lymphoma."
I haven't seen her in over a year, and the whole thing just struck me really hard. I'm bumping into her at a drugstore and here she is talking about her lymphoma. Surreal.
I apologized for being speechless, and she said that she hadn't quite gotten used to it yet, either, although she's happy she's in remission. She hugged me and I didn't ask for her number or email or anything. Just shock.
I shook my head the whole way out, feeling really out of touch with reality, hoping it doesn't happen to me. She was too skinny.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Why prolong it?
I'm really worried about death from illness.
Give me an accident, quick and effortless.
I don't want to waste away as I slowly watch my body fail itself. Please, just let it be quick when it happens.
Give me an accident, quick and effortless.
I don't want to waste away as I slowly watch my body fail itself. Please, just let it be quick when it happens.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
I'm talking on my cell phone
My cell phone talks to the tower talks to your cell phone
The guy in the car next to me is downloading porn
The tower beams the naked woman fucked in the ass to his cell phone
The same with the woman in front of me
Not being fucked in the ass, I mean she's feeding off the tower, too
Only, she's lost, caught between the legs of the triangulating towers
They tell her where she is
And she feels better
I lose signal across a patch of no transmission. And there's these trees up ahead and I have 3 bars now and I'm thinking how strange it is that all of this is being broadcast through the trees. The naked woman, my phone call, that lady's directions. Data being sent in frequencies undetectable to my ears and my eyes. Data bouncing around and off the trees, endless streams of it.
And soon, we'll have these new networks that can go through concrete. Go through trees! Trees pierced by endless blowjobs and mindless chatter.
My cell phone talks to the tower talks to your cell phone
The guy in the car next to me is downloading porn
The tower beams the naked woman fucked in the ass to his cell phone
The same with the woman in front of me
Not being fucked in the ass, I mean she's feeding off the tower, too
Only, she's lost, caught between the legs of the triangulating towers
They tell her where she is
And she feels better
I lose signal across a patch of no transmission. And there's these trees up ahead and I have 3 bars now and I'm thinking how strange it is that all of this is being broadcast through the trees. The naked woman, my phone call, that lady's directions. Data being sent in frequencies undetectable to my ears and my eyes. Data bouncing around and off the trees, endless streams of it.
And soon, we'll have these new networks that can go through concrete. Go through trees! Trees pierced by endless blowjobs and mindless chatter.
Friday, February 6, 2009
dreams
In the sanctity of my dreams, I meet myself sometimes. My wants get exposed.
From a book he was reading, "The people delay the inevitable, we're all put here to scream."
My neck was in his hand, looking over his shoulder. In contrast to what was being said, there was another exercise in going against the nature of pain and suffering.
He had made me want him, with my neck in his hands.
Where did it go?
From a book he was reading, "The people delay the inevitable, we're all put here to scream."
My neck was in his hand, looking over his shoulder. In contrast to what was being said, there was another exercise in going against the nature of pain and suffering.
He had made me want him, with my neck in his hands.
Where did it go?
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