Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Unwanted Guests

So here I am in my pajamas, about to go to bed, when the doorbell rings. I have no idea who it could be. It's the god damn resentment delivery guy. I expected him months ago. He never showed so I kept thinking, "Sweet, I don't ever have to deal with that shit." Well, he came late. Really late. I go to the door and ask him what he wants and he insists on leaving the resentment with me to deal with. I tell him I don't want it. "You're going to have to deal with it eventually," he says naturally. I'm furious because I know he's right so I open the door. The delivery guy leaves it in my living room. How am I supposed to live with this resentment sitting here in my house for me to look at every single day?

Now I'm bitter. Bitter at resentment? So now I begin to resent the resentment and I realize the huge hole I am digging for myself so I need to just face it so that I can kill it and be triumphant over it. To make it go away of course. Easier said than done? I'll keep you posted.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

1 1/2

microsoft mushroom


with a rain bow stem


cobblestone curfew


coming up empty


fairy tale tongue tie


magical princess


porcelain beauty


animal drug lord


possession catnip


cabernet palate


chugging down purple


anarchy craving


understood chaos


suicide notice


destruction heads up