can't make him move away fast enough
stupid fucking gazelle
sobbing into convulsions
falling from whatever it is
"want some?"
blink; blink again
shrug
"you know - you can shoot it straight up your ass?"
I think about the needle
you can tell I am thinking about the needle and you snort:
"not like that, dumb fuck"
you scrabble through your bag
you throw stuff about
"like this"
you hold it up like some prize
although it's just kind of regular
"it's cool, you don't feel stuff so much - you know like - numb"
you say the word "numb" again because you like the way it feels in your mouth I guess
you start to say something else but it slides off before it gets anywhere:
"I - uh"
you glance at Early and another man (I don't know who he is)
nervous and scratch your leg
your legs are bare with these striated grey patterns like old dust and cobwebs
you notice I'm staring and rub at your knee, self-consciously
(what seemed uncanny is, in retrospect, mundane; the marks left by the large plaster that had previously wrapped your left knee)
you throw a cigarette packet vaguely in Early's direction
"stop filming him you shit, he's not even awake yet"
this is where I might fall in love
Friday, 14 May 2010
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i've always wondered how meth makes you feel...
ReplyDeletegreat writing, even though i don't understand what you're talking about sometimes, well thisis part of the beauty i guess, or it speaks to me in a whole different subconscious level.
um this is like a prelude or something, don't use it as a manual. makes you feel a bit invincible & seven league boot-ish + irritatingly over confident. also like yr hands are gonna explode (i don't think this is universal)
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