Wednesday, March 25, 2009

When I play push on the edge of my bed

I push and I pull. Of course my ownself. I just keep pushing and pulling in thoughts and words and sighs and moans and tears and shouts and I mumble imagined dialogues in between. I keep at the edge and roll a few marbles bigger than the crevices. They keep awkwardly slipping through each corner and they hit the little multi-layered multi-colored sedimentary rocks and roll down in the water. I love igneous rocks better. They should never hurt cuticles or you feel pain, horrible pain. I just take that one step because I am so adventurous and then I brood over the huge step and its shreds around, then I just sulk and gulp up the whole thing as if some sour milk and sleep over it. Next morning it is not so bad and a few days later it is frozen well only to come out in sleep talk when i am possessed by Mara. Smile. I fear falling down, not so much as I hate the fallenness and the inability of "Sartre on Sex and Love" to soothe. So, probably as my way goes, I will deliberately fall a few more times and sit down not to fall or just sleep on the ground if no one pukes on it.


D'Evil Sam said...

Mara from El Topo?
Mara as in the diety of nightmares?

Spine said...

Possessed at night indeed. Hehehe!

Chamko Lily said...

@ Sam Mara is the deity of nightmares here.
@ Spine Yes, I am possessed, quite spiritually and bleat in a booming voice at night.

Spine said...

With rolling eyes and the light of your mobile phone for effect.