Tonight I find myself feeling fagged and fashed and in need of a spat and a cancer. After finally READING A Clockwork Orange and gaining a knowledge of nadsat I find my gulliver full of strange new thoughts. Like the thought of a loud silence. Which, thankfully I have, not often, had the displeasure of experiencing. Not exactly heard, not completely felt. Like being in a vacuum but at the same time drowning. So quiet it hurts. The only cure is to scream but still the silence haunts you even after your throat goes raw.It makes your skin crawl, makes you writhe in an attempt to shake it from your plott. Or you can twist your wrist against your ear to hear your own vibrations. To hear that hot magma that flows through you. Its weird really. Only once you shake this creeching silence can you finally sleep, but only when wanting sleep do i hear this nothingness. When all i want on God's green earth is to sleep. To sleep and dream. Dream of painted whores and new death sensations.
8/12/11
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