26/06/07
We tried to eat but food had become a bad metaphor. We ate each other instead. I built a house from her bones. Alee.
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21/06/07
Today I dreamt that all my friends were trying to slit my throat with a straight razor. Vicious, unfeeling. Because I was in love. Faceless and fleeting. I snatched the blade away and hid it in a giant bag of ketchup. Fat nurses tried to sedate me. I escaped and ran forever across a tide of galloping horses. Fear and horses are the latticework, the only things, perpendicular, forever.
We kissed and it was awkward. Gross. All teeth.
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We kissed and it was awkward. Gross. All teeth.
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17/06/07
I am all walks of life.
I am all forms of treachery and deceit.
I am a watering mouth, through which I breathe myself into being.
I am an oil barrel full of lightbulbs.* Strong housing for broken things.
*Contents may unsettle on delivery.
I am macaroni and cheese, or an ovarian cyst. Take your pick.
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I am all forms of treachery and deceit.
I am a watering mouth, through which I breathe myself into being.
I am an oil barrel full of lightbulbs.* Strong housing for broken things.
*Contents may unsettle on delivery.
I am macaroni and cheese, or an ovarian cyst. Take your pick.
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16/06/07
By the time we reached the border most of our teeth had fallen out. Dolphins and monkeys were flying out of my eyes. The great mammalian escape. My reptile-brain didn't laugh in that way that snakes don't laugh.
She kept walking and I was bait. She kept walking and I had no teeth to plead. Hey! Plonghgo, please flongo!
Don't go. But you need to. And I've got monkeys flying out my damn eyes.
I'll follow the teeth back into nothing.
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She kept walking and I was bait. She kept walking and I had no teeth to plead. Hey! Plonghgo, please flongo!
Don't go. But you need to. And I've got monkeys flying out my damn eyes.
I'll follow the teeth back into nothing.
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14/06/07
Day one (1):
Pamplona put her head to the worn pillow and tried to sleep. The streets outside were quiet, as if all had been laid to rest. Nothing raced but her heart in her ears. The room was arid, despite the day's rain, and her clothes dried and clung in knots about her. Everyone was dead.
Day 2 (two):
The thing was too heavy to carry or drag, so I tried to eat it right there and got sick. With a few crude bites taken out of it I plumped it up as best I could and laid to rest with it as my pillow. I shivered and then dreamt about shame.
Morning did not wake me as I'd thought it might, and the sun was high through the trees when the secret rustling of a new dry day brought me slowly back to life. My clothes were still wet, and I shivered in the cold heat of the sun. I felt ashamed. There really was nothing to do or be done, but newfound imperatives were taking shape, and I was weak from hunger.
I walked in the direction of the sun.
Day three (3???):
Upright walker
Celebrity stalker
Doesn't much get laid.
"I'll crack the code of conduct for each day you haven't paid."
There were no days now:
Hunger was becoming an issue. We'd turned weak and were sliding down the food chain into shambles. We made love the first night.
She tried to sleep.
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Pamplona put her head to the worn pillow and tried to sleep. The streets outside were quiet, as if all had been laid to rest. Nothing raced but her heart in her ears. The room was arid, despite the day's rain, and her clothes dried and clung in knots about her. Everyone was dead.
Day 2 (two):
The thing was too heavy to carry or drag, so I tried to eat it right there and got sick. With a few crude bites taken out of it I plumped it up as best I could and laid to rest with it as my pillow. I shivered and then dreamt about shame.
Morning did not wake me as I'd thought it might, and the sun was high through the trees when the secret rustling of a new dry day brought me slowly back to life. My clothes were still wet, and I shivered in the cold heat of the sun. I felt ashamed. There really was nothing to do or be done, but newfound imperatives were taking shape, and I was weak from hunger.
I walked in the direction of the sun.
Day three (3???):
Upright walker
Celebrity stalker
Doesn't much get laid.
"I'll crack the code of conduct for each day you haven't paid."
There were no days now:
Hunger was becoming an issue. We'd turned weak and were sliding down the food chain into shambles. We made love the first night.
She tried to sleep.
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