11:41 p.m. - Monday, Sept. 06, 2010
27 of 30
Oh, how reliable you are. How relentlessly ritual. Predictably punctual.
You come to remind me that everything in this world sucks. Everything is imperfectly suffering. And I will never be right, never be good, never be whole.
And I see every speck of dust in the air, cobweb in the corner, piece of cat food on the kitchen floor.
I feel sadness, anger, despair, lust, lonely, crowded . . .Hot, cold, pain.
And just in time! Because I have quite the agenda tomorrow. A very important test to take.
Pencils ready. ID ready. Directions ready. Breakfast ready.
Don't take this away from me, you little bitch. I'll fuck you up.
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