thursday night, a moment before

thursday night, a moment before the turning of clock. here i sit. ron and i tinkered with things for i am not in spain, but found only silences. like the quiet in my room at the moment. the world seemed to grow dark earlier today, and i was bundled in sweater and hat. when there is absence, there is silence. and great loudness, but nothing inbetween. the screaming of throats punched and dry. unlike eyes. i will read and sleep. i am tired. tired in so many ways. but i have stickers to place on 250 discs tomorrow. i do not look forward to that. it is a great pain in the ass, especially when the little applicator tool that i use doesn't work with these labels. it involves laying the sticker upside down on my lap and placing the disc just so. fuck. yes, i am running still, but my fuel has expired. it is but fumes my love, fumes. i am a continent. a large boat on the sea.

Posted by at October 11, 2002 12:10 AM

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