normal (dallas)

this happens- addict of a northside apartment smokes cigarettes int eh dark and still enjoys watching women remove their clothes stille ats, drinks liquids- KD night and coke, fresh hots from your skin are so sickly sweet and belly smiles, puts hands on you like fingers on pages to be turned, this turned-over-day turned out shortly thereafter we make shortcomings of strengths, banished smokers to the garden, sits in sunlight, still enjoys shade, you know, and doesn't mind the rain at all or strange cloud apparaitions that come before it, sits sometiems foot beneath knee in a desk chair has poor penmanship writes unawkwardly though and sifts through moments like cocaine-cutters listens to water fall through rain gutters, pays somewhat eager at moments to the stars, wakes and presses snooze a few hundred times but hears through it all song lyrics in the wind or pages turned in the brushing against each other of leaves still writes or draws out of the lines at times spells pretty well but lacks the willt o fuocus on, can't be bothered to, most of the time- grammar is alright but doesn't work on it neglects laundry sometiems still laughs at clever jokes and enjoys good writing reads henry miller profusely asks with hands for strange foreighn favors types not bad fast but with too many errors let's hair get thick and unmanageable between trims let's facial hair grow out on days off sits alone a good portion of the time plays with himself and talks to strangers looks at people studies their movements in public places sometimes listens in on conversation (random occasions) but mostly by accident likes good books but has a few choice poor ones fro sad afternoon reading still buries little treasures int eh earth at parks and runs fingers through hair, drinks too much on some occasions has legs fall asleep on hime at awkward moments enjoys crosslegged sitting is fascinated by everyday actions and objects: toothbrushes, old soapbars, electric women drying their hair or reading new york times, addict of self education listens on repeat to songs sometimes walks aimlessly, gets lost in run-down parts of town appologizes to lgihter when it won't light believes in karma believes in god believes in waste management choose to believe in the goodness of people knows them to be great begs forgiveness when wrong sometimes does the wrong thing sometiems has bad information still craves sacred moments wtill laughs in film still shits at regular intervals falls asleep early some nights oversleeps or wakes with bitter-morning-mouth hesitates to unpack makes mix cds for freinds has trouble making music choices some nights knows there are people who don't ebleive in him knows there are people who do: appreciates both still underlines favorites passages in books or loves the looks of pale skin enjoys moments more than events thinkins sun ra made some pretty good records likes lo-fi alright gets bored with most electronica still brushes (with fingers) chesthair to try and make it face the same way as best it can still answers most pohones calls when they come still enjoys getting letters, writing them still will spell it out for you most of the time still prefers night to day likes to relax enjoys a good debate still can't draw well but has pocketfuls of good quotes from daisy-pushers dope-pushers sees chance or value in drugs doesn't enjoy them so much now but still loves the look of a blank page the smell of a book the sound of a skateboard clicking against conrete still gets chills in jeff buckley tunes still smiles without reason sometimes, enjoys silence, has a nice red throne of a chair at home and loves to lean back and take afternoon (sunday) naps in it still waits byt eh phone sometimes when someone i want to call is supposed to still thinks Macs are beatuiful still thnks steve jobs is a genius still loves late-night mingus moments int he half-dark thinks floppy discs are funny and loves vinyl still has scars from points proven or made still sometimes feels ways he doesn't to and doesn't feel in ways he does want to and lovesthe feeling of hair in my hands loves the sensation of incepacks pressed to the eye loves watching the ocean still loves mist on my face and rain falling across my skin loves laying beneath trees loves even people i don't know, loves...

2003-12-16 | 12:27 p.m.
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