9.13.23 at 10:50am: I Love Your Beached Messiah
On the topic of transmissions from unconscious imagery: Last night I dreamed they all had it out for me!
I think I'll birth a love note into this world: Electro-shock therapy - god, it's not pathetic, that Esther's just like me?
Am I regressing?
... "I don't think so"
... "Maybe"
I hold my friends so dearly in my heart. I love you, I miss you, in such a warm and fuzzy way.
Am I losing myself?
..." I think so"
... "Maybe."
-- With a little luck, you'll dismiss this labor.
-- eyes pinned on darkness - a carrion dawn for vultures?
A shot in the dark: I'm going to load my gun. Then I'll throw up in my closet.
Oh, John, I've already outlived you, but still...
your ghost haunts me. Your words fill my head. When I grow up, will I look back like you?
You won't find anything behind heavy doors, playing hop-scotch on hallway tiles, or spying straight through the window. But still, I hope you'll keep me close as you sleep walk at night, when you hit the rails each morning, and every time your skin burns red once you're stranded in the heat.