O.K. I'm here
at home, laying on my bed. I've just redone my side of
the room and I like that kind of feeling it gives me.
I've only got three Marilyns up, fabric hanging on the
walls etc. It's kinda Cocteuish. I'm slight stoned right
now and I'm rambling on and on and...
Lyz and Chris
(my roommates) are on my bed with me right now. Lyz is
talking about having a child. It's really weird. She talks
about how much she is in love with Bob. The conversation
turning very fast, I can't keep up, but the talk is interesting.
I wonder if Chris is stoned right now?
Wait! I'm gonna
smoke some more.
Back again!
I feel really good now, except I have no real reason.
In fact I should be fucking depressed or at the very least
suicidal. I owe so much money, really, I do. So, much,
I swear, I hope this is making sense. If not this entry
will be fucking amusing to read.
Well! Lyz has
gone off to bed. I should jump on Chris. I'm horny. I'm
so awful, I swear to the mgod.
Thoughts,
emotions
binding
situations
conflicting
friends
Life
in general
Lives
on, haunts you till your lungs burst.
Collapse
on hard - asphalt
blood
running down the sewer
Another,
soon victims runs past...
breathing
heavy
blends
in...
inside...
invader..
now
comes up on you
back,
upwards to it.
It
kneels down and kisses your neck
licks
your ear
breathes
intensely
involving
arousal
wanting.
It
unclothes you.
It,
has no clothes.
Turns
you over and kisses you hard.
hard...
hardness.
The
pressure on top is immense, but arousing.
you
give in
another
victim.
another
victim of life.
