I've not been sleeping so I've been reading it. It's weird cause I never read the finished product. It's like I hear her voice and some words of mine in the pages. But it's not bad. I know how the stories all end.
Diogenes the Cynic was this whackjob that used to walk around in the daytime with a lamp looking for one honest man. Never found one. Honesty's easy when you got nuthin on the line. Y'find out who's honest and who's honeytounged when you do.
Now, even when I don't wanna hear the truth, I wanna hear it.
Me: Why do I feel you're not being honest with me?
Her: (pause) Because I'm not. I've got to go. (pause) Don't be angry. I wish everything were easier.
Man, who doesn't? With the exception of Heartgirl, I never know if I'm making time, killin time or spending time. Can't be a hypocrite, it cuts both ways. Still, never know if I'm the needle, the thread or the button til it's all over.
Speaking of Heartgirl, she's going away for a bit. I'll miss her. Interestingly, she may actually have said something nice to me recently.
Me: It's not like you like me for my brains.
Her: It's why I like you.Me: For the first time ever, I'm confused as to whether or not you're being sarcastic.
Man, I wish I knew how my stories end.
Music: Walking by myself down avenues that reek of time to kill