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ADJ JOHNNY
text deficit i'm sitting at work creating little conversational scenes in my head. i picture myself sitting and talking with an older gentleman in front of a small crowd of people. we speak of travel and the universal similarities of people that make the little differences seem so big. the conversation drifts toward love and how we cast that role of "partner." its still a perplexing discussion for me- you should have heard the ridiculously grandeous analogy we used; something about love being this enormous planet that all conversation, like little satelites, inevitably come crashing into with flame and deep impact... it was silly. we'll get back to casting: we spoke of the heart as if it were a seperate entity with its own mind whose thoughts we weren't able to see. we toyed with that idea until interest began to fade. we then referred to it as a mold by which to test suitors (i'm not sure if suitor can refer to a female but i'm using it). the decision was made that the first one to wander into that heart would set the mold and everyone after would have to work and compromise to fit in. suddenly our conversation moved to makeup. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - in front of a television throwing a lamp i'm keeping trouble in the back of my mind at all times when i'm driving and when i'm speaking maybe its just good design i'm keeping thoughts balanced, dim inside/bright all around some urges are hard to explain i'd like to throw a lamp while its lit watch for that brief moment when the cord catches and time glitches watch the glass fly through sparks and the endless stream of tv between me and the wall i guess if i ever lose myself in rage i'll be sure to leave the tv on and position myself properly to achieve the full effect -would i find myself or lose myself in rage? then i'll describe it to someone and they'll find some hidden meaning in all of it hey, stop hiding meaning in my actions - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - still ever it people collide and clouds rush together a man removes his hat to share a thought where roads overlap nameless men break and angels... angels don't have genitals or navels, because they don't reproduce is androgyny angelic? my dad once said "when it rains on a sunny day, thats the angels pissing on us." maybe they are crying jealously at people in love affectionate songs should be quicker and burn out i'd like to leave tracers i want my sighs to shake the earth like thunder i'd like to give a dense and empty hole to every room i leave i want the closing door to take everyone's breath away - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - adj johnny's website can be found at www.ins0mnia.org |
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