[i know that nothing...]
nothing survives.


center city since 10am in heels.
in heat.
no sleep last night.
4am drunken laughfest through the airwaves.
spinning and choking on vomit..
forcing myself to remember all the hideous details.
reminding him to stay weary and concerned.

brand new chrysler drove straight into a tree up the street.
paul, my driver, chuckles to himself, "the tree wasn't about to move out of the way.."
and i awkwardly laugh along,
though i'm thinking there's something so familiar about the way it all looks...
i saw that in the mirror this morning.
i don't feel so good.

he showed up monday at five... (5:05pm)
ordered chinese food...
took me to see some fish... and hippos.
battleship...
"we're goin' to texas!"
...
"stay cool, man"
"yeah.. LOOK AT ME."
whole foods, wawa, liquor store, dollar store
showed him the art of ghetto living....
got drunk and bummed.
left some hand prints on the mirror...
tried to hide his keys, tried to take his shoes...
tried to fit in his backpack...

for some reason i just drank tabasco sauce...
i've never had it before.. wanted to know what it tasted like...
let's just say... i am not impressed.
i can't wait to have brunch sunday morning.


perfect outline.
you are not real.
keep mumbling...
skull readers.
i can hear your thoughts.
- posted by angela @ 1:56 PM