Animals and wind present; I creep through the light as shadows fall behind, I close my eyes and take a deep breath. -And move faster as I rush to class. Clash in my head-relaxed-because of white-hidden out of sight-the past is real-life, is it gone?
Now its gone.
Do I move too fast and forget what I am?
Does she mean too much as she controls things?
I can say love exists-love is painful and has a lengthy list of expectations. Maybe not h(n)ear?(.)
Ephemeral fleeting-misleading discrete tendencies have me seething. And all we want is pleasing-as fast as possible, pleasing. Content.
I never shower.
Who here showers? (raises your hand)
Do you shower? (walks over to man, leans down and sniffs) -Smells, ew, ew, ew.
I am screwed.
I don’t want to shower because I am competing with someone to see who has less of a Carbon Footprint (Ecological Footprint)-I don’t shower-saves water-I eat less. I have been doing this for weeks-I just drink (he drinks a lot)-he is still fucking winning. I don’t know why-maybe you can help?
The other guy is homeless.
The other Gentleman I am competing with in the Carbon Footprint Challenge is homeless.
Can’t take it.
Love them- Love you-can’t take it.
Dangerous bathroom is dangerous-set up to kill me; booby-trap hair curler plugged in and on-booby-trap hairdryer plugged in and on-next to the toilet and sink. Sink is clogged; takes forever to drain-they use so much drying mechanisms that they need lotion and conditioners-shit is backwards-I imagine dying when I can’t find T.P. and a hair dryer falls in the toilet as I am severely burned by a curling iron, which was lying on the floor. I think well, at least I will have lotion to use on the burns-dystopia of feminine products.
Life is Ending. How are your teeth?