Afternoon - part 2
OK. I'm seriously considering going outside and begging for a cigarette from a stranger. Or buying some. Or finding a half smoked one in the gutter. It's not the giving up that's hard... IT'S THE NEVER SMOKING AGAIN. I'm also experiencing a constant taste of bacon in the corner of my mouth. It's not unpleasant.
Just need to get through this moment. One day at a time and all that. Dullness. Not even an interesting craving now. Just fuzzy headed and the taste of bacon. Boiled eggs for eyes. Not even wanting a cigarette as such. Wanting nothing. A diamond shaped patch of rough in between my chest aand stomach. Brooding. Pulsing. Drawing black tar from my veins with sticky hands and fetid fingers. In some ways it's quite cute. Good little addiction. Will it scream when it dies? A field of corn sways in the breeze of my brain. All is well. Or at least not terrible. Over confidence leads to a seagull in the gut and a small blaze in the chest.
And now my head is being crushed between a giant's burly thumbs. How novel.
Just need to get through this moment. One day at a time and all that. Dullness. Not even an interesting craving now. Just fuzzy headed and the taste of bacon. Boiled eggs for eyes. Not even wanting a cigarette as such. Wanting nothing. A diamond shaped patch of rough in between my chest aand stomach. Brooding. Pulsing. Drawing black tar from my veins with sticky hands and fetid fingers. In some ways it's quite cute. Good little addiction. Will it scream when it dies? A field of corn sways in the breeze of my brain. All is well. Or at least not terrible. Over confidence leads to a seagull in the gut and a small blaze in the chest.
And now my head is being crushed between a giant's burly thumbs. How novel.
posted by dan at 3:06 PM
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