it wasn't what she was about anymore.
the crickets hummed about her outside... they made a maze to her eardrums and then crawled around inside her dull aching head.
where was tom. what had she done last night. she threw her right leg over the side of the bed, using it like a lever to raise the rest of her body - her head kneading itself into a fast baked bun - when she stepper to her feet, she swayed a bit - as the flour caused a rising within her skull, and overflowed it like a high top - rising, peaking, climaxing - the brain of dough was expanding infinitely.
she thought she might need to learn how to lift people up in another way. drinking, why had she done it. it was the same thought that crossed her mind a few times a week. it seemed that drinking came with the territory - a life of a career. she'd made a career of life.
it sounded profound, but she knew she wouldn't remember it by the afternoon - even if she did, it wouldn't have made any difference in any grand scheme of hers. who was she kidding. her world was too solidly structured to be swayed by any of that. italy - the most romantic country, she'd seen only as a puzzle to be solved.
the remnants of the water glass she had pursued, were now trying to absorb into her being - the curious point being they no longer wanted to. strange thing about that - the good things get harder to handle, the more against nature your havits become. another of those hangover brainwaved thoughts that had little basis in reality.
the crickets hummed about her outside... they made a maze to her eardrums and then crawled around inside her dull aching head.
where was tom. what had she done last night. she threw her right leg over the side of the bed, using it like a lever to raise the rest of her body - her head kneading itself into a fast baked bun - when she stepper to her feet, she swayed a bit - as the flour caused a rising within her skull, and overflowed it like a high top - rising, peaking, climaxing - the brain of dough was expanding infinitely.
she thought she might need to learn how to lift people up in another way. drinking, why had she done it. it was the same thought that crossed her mind a few times a week. it seemed that drinking came with the territory - a life of a career. she'd made a career of life.
it sounded profound, but she knew she wouldn't remember it by the afternoon - even if she did, it wouldn't have made any difference in any grand scheme of hers. who was she kidding. her world was too solidly structured to be swayed by any of that. italy - the most romantic country, she'd seen only as a puzzle to be solved.
the remnants of the water glass she had pursued, were now trying to absorb into her being - the curious point being they no longer wanted to. strange thing about that - the good things get harder to handle, the more against nature your havits become. another of those hangover brainwaved thoughts that had little basis in reality.
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5:59 PM
