to an anonymous screen:
i can't feel my brain. i think it's fallen asleep. pins n needles. crooked eyes. smiling scowly kids throwing rocks at plastic play-houses.
girls with screaming, streaming mascara. no lace. there is never the lace you dream about. it never exists. and neither will you.
dreams haunted by reality. bandages for bones. imaginary serenades. quiet phone calls. quiet car-rides.
quiet, quiet head. all the screaming turns to monotony that decays. & then quiet.
fin.
>> ah.lex.crumb
