1/21/08

I’m a broken radio or television or something else. I guess I’m saying that, sometimes, I just can’t connect. I feel like my seams are showing, I’ve got such obvious threading. Cut here to make me unravel. I’m like a time bomb in that you never know which wire. (Correction: I never know). I go back and forth between blues and greens while I sweat and sweat and hear nothing but the beeps and beats. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I’m gone. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I just go on and on. I don’t know how to stop. You’re magic like a movie and I’m just indifferent like indie rock. Let’s take over this city. I’ll write my name on every ticking clock. Cut here to dismantle these bones. Cut here and I’ll give up everything I believe in but hope.