Monday, May 29, 2006

Went out again.. fucking hell

the old scene fits me like a
black
constricting
shoe

If I look good today, I'll go out tonight. If I go out tonight, chances are I will meet new or see familiar guys who will offer me drinks. If I accept their drinks, I will have to kiss them. If I kiss them, maybe one will take me home. If one takes me home, there's a 1 in 10 chance it'll be good. If it's good, then we'll exchange numbers. If he calls me and we get together a few more times, we might develop mushy feelings. If we get the mushy feelings AWWW then we might declare ourselves a couple. If we're a couple, we can break up.

Fuck that!
I'm done with the human mating dance.
The labels, rules, restrictions.
"It's over," you say but your soul may not agree. Your third-eye may still have the other on psychic speed dial.

Ego is the abandoning master. Emotions are the whimpering puppy on the doorstep, not sure where to go, stupidly begging to be let back inside with the ego who's rejected it.

Can we fucking be nice for once? Can we let the puppy in?
Nice puppy! Chews up your
black
constricting
shoes

but they were too tight anyway!
good puppy!
puppy chews up everything oppressive

That's it. I just wanted my body back.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
posted at 4:22 AM |