January 25th, 2009

spheric logic

Milk will remove ink. I made a shoulder bag in Home Economics in Grade Eight and inside of it my pen leaked. I soaked the bag overnight in a bowl of the white stuff and in the morning it smelt awful but the stain was gone. Bodily fluids can erase all ink and other media forms. Vomit on your phone bills. Tears obscure television. Convenient I guess but I’m not even sad. 



I’m feeling… gluggy. I don’t like the side effects of this medication. Or the full frontal effects even to be honest. I’m not as anxious as I was, a relief which I thought to be priceless, but is it? Is this too much to pay? I can’t do anything now either, but for the opposite reason. I feel lumpy and loose like I’m rolling everywhere and going up the stairs is hard.

Earlier than all of this,
I sat on my bed for hours before I sat at a hockey game for hours. I chewed off my fingernails. Gnawed them down and didn’t spit anything out. I’m all mine like that. Home in the bathroom you know I cut the rough edges to make it look as though they had been cut down from the beginning like that, clean. Not chewed up and churned in by some scum sitting on platform one with dead bubble gum dead cigarette butts dead.