It went from lukewarm to nothing
2006-10-30, 11:30 p.m.
This glass is wet and I am alone again my foot is asleep and I am remembering what it felt like when I was younger and drunk like this and I am wondering when I ever changed and what I am like now – I’ve got half a mind to call you and see you and touch you and feel you and sweat on you and breath with you and punch you punch you punch you for ever making me love you and I just want to let this fucking shit all out. I want to let this fucking shit all out. I want it out of me like the ocean wants the foam to rest on the shore. I want it out like I want the breath to leave me for good. I want you out. I want you out. I want to spit you out like a fucking fly that collided with my mouth. Swimming in the caverns of my thick saliva. I want you out like the dust in my lungs. I want you out like dirt in my pores.But we are melded together like the fucking rain on the earth. We are all mixed up like that. Like mud.
We are like mud. And I hate you for it. I am walking through deserts of mud and you just rest on my skin and cake on my skin and suffocate my skin like a disease. We are like mud.