rant.

What about this is nauseating?

The extended sighs in between sentences curled lip and contrived word placement the discomfiting secretive grin the eye rolling and quivering lip you are throttling and you are choking because you are like a lungful of mercury flooding through me, gushing into my veins and thoughts. You remind me of another smell I could no longer bear to be around. Even now if I happen to share space with this I must hold my breath -- as inconspicuously as I can-- to keep the bile rising through my throat. Because we must be civil mustn't we.

No I want nothing to do with you or the ghosts that you battle with thank you very much. All in all it's like I walked into a shop with yellow clothes and a big SALE sign on the door and its obviously much less than the life I thought I could have had at bargain prices at that.

uglier than sin

this chaos within

a sound is it a dwoombbb? it pulls you in
but we know nothing ends like this, with silence.

A spot a line a dash a spotted hazy spinning forward spiral
into darker fogs rubbish regurgitated and laid out on your mat
lines drawn and pushed aside horrorstruck watch this fall inside

not really anything right now really, not as ugly as I would have imagined. just a push.
an impetus, a sickness to the stomach and an ostrich like forgetting.
A thumb snagged on jagged nails, a floor curtain falling into rice beans
a fire ritual shootout
bank heist in broad daylight.

the end the end, this is it here then
the spring fever madness began too soon
an agoraphobia grips me and now. wait. you
wait to watch, leave and forget. because this hill you have climbed is done and now
the fall has begun.