psychodrive

To be read aloud. Audience required. Pepper and heckling to taste.(hey, journal formatting. good.) -----I spent my teenage years as Estragon,        struggling with the heel of my ego         and the weight of-f-f-f-f              implications I couldn't realise.           I was SEX spelt P-O-R-N         trapped in a sock of obscurity:         blind, but not humble.We were all waiting;        so we joined organisations;         we created modern day alchemy and named it         a loyalty scheme;         we sold sieves with mesh to transmogrify milk and flaked corn          into malk and yellow rot; for a dollar i'll sell you two;         b...

~a frost has crept overnight and left icy thumbprints in triangles on my window.yours is an untended Babylon. a cold place, hidden from view by vacuous sheets of black snow.at 6am, i'm out front in tracksuit and beanie. . . . -harvesting- keeping crystals for the summer . . . . for the summer you drop everything . . . . and return for hot chocolate and last winter's frost.~still no formatting options on journals, wtf.

~somebody made the comparison again between my spitting image and i (or he and his).i smiled, wondered if that too was replica or reality.~so, yeah, i guess you could say i wrote.