Alliterative writings for nobody and no reason but to do it.
April 12, 2010 at 6:58 pm (Uncategorized)
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They were all moving like centipedes; I rushed quickly through them and my feet cracked; it was aright though, I knew I was old before I was young. The molasses thickened around the insects, it wasn’t keeping me. I had places to be, or at least, I thought I did. The truth was I had nowhere and nothing to go to or look forward to. I was a walking speed train going nowhere.
My interpretation of the concrete pileups were transfigured into a sort of demented surge of my dream memories and my real ones. I never really knew which I was in, and never looked to get out either. I could have cared less about which reality was the truth, as I had made myself believe mine was better. And it was.
Leaves on the ground remind me of my perfect city. It was somewhere between the north east America and places throughout Europe; although I hated Europe with a passion, I liked its antique spectaculars. Note to self, throughout this statement, try not to refer to yourself in another form of reference. Like, say what you want instead of what you mean. That way when people read it they can’t decipher if you are talking to yourself or not.
I took the air to mean that subliminal messages were transpiring somewhere far above the nimbus and the radioactivity. I took the messages as cyphers for myself, and only to ward me off from potential hazards. They never did really speak my language though, and I could tell I was losing more than I was gaining. It was necessary for my final unintended intentions. Which were, I don’t know. I never knew. That was my intentions.