Alien Landscape

class politics are so... neanderthal. ashamed to play a part in it. you can only return grunts with three more consecutive grunts anyways to at least pass it off as some kind of language.

there was a frenzy of scribbling back at school just now. a sudden lapse of logic. a result of the poisonous muffin from FC6 served by a sneering pimply boy. awful mannered bugger.

'they are everywhere. buzzing in my fingertips, clawing at my throat. i am fearful of the blank paper here, right beside me. evil paper starting to grow hands to embrace me into white emptiness. come my trusty orange lizard pencil friend! and so i wrote and wrote. not words of mine but of Connor. words as prison bars, as sleeves of straight jackets. and i wrote yet still till the paper was drowned by emo philosophy. i get annoyed when Connor screams "i know a disease that these doctors can't treat. you contract it the day you realise all you see, is a mirrorr and a mirrorr is all it can be. a reflection of something we're missing!" bloody know it all.
i imagine there is quite a magnificent African storm raging in my tummy. i am nauseated. a cumulonimbus is choking me. i haven't felt like this since i last smoked 3 years ago. the last cigarette is memorable. menthol. soft and corrosive. the urge for another smoke is so tempting. oh no, hidayah, you're supposed to be a good girl now.
oh bugger these chinese boys! they look so much like flamingos! squawking away like nobody's business. *gasp* i said the B word! i think i might faint. i would so like a mirage of a kindly old granny offering me a cuppa. she needn't be English. just old.
i slammed my watch on the bench. willing everything to freeze, so i might draw these fevered flamingos in their thoughtless dance. so i can vomit and clean the retch out of the air like graffiti. the cheap darn thing just ticked away annoyingly. you stupid watch!! i'll throw you into a limbo how'd you like that eh! obnoxious little thing. man is master and i his queen!
oh dear. this is all it's fault. that poisonous muffin.'

keep a wide berth of people sneering while they serve you food.
Posted by NHJ 3/15/2005 08:26:00 pm

Tuesday, March 15, 2005