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i am the definition of deviant, player (reworked)
by Angela Thomasand saliva dripped from my mouth like it was full
of hard candy, like rich balsamic vinegar coating
a soft and fleshy piece of chicken breast. right now
my mouth is dry like cracklins, the bits of pig flesh.
i remember last night -- wanting to tear at everything
around me with my teeth. i had such an intense desire
on the 'shrooms to destroy. to take something beautiful
apart and break it down. so i am. and so i did. and then
i hit the blunt one more time and fell hard
into the pleather couch, my nose covered in a fine
white, warm, asprin powder. (yeah, maybe i lied
about the last part a little bit. or maybe not.)
then, the wine! oh, it flowed from all the bottles
like a water fountain during fourth grade recess.
i was very, very thirsty. so i drank, i smoked,
i consumed, making something and then breaking
it down, until the room moved on an axis i couldn't
feel under my feet. and, as easy as leaving the laundry
in the washer, i forgot how to breathe. i heaved and sighed
and tried and found that i had simply forgotten. exhaustion
set in and i lay my head on the pillow, just for a minute.
an hour later, the sun burst through the parts in the curtains
at exactly six seventeen in the morning. so here we are,
ready to go. i have class at seven. but first, 03/25/2009 Posted on 03/26/2009
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