My ankle is jacked and I'm getting antsy, a blob full of nothing but coughs and booze and questions I'm afraid to ask. I want to go go go go go go but I'm limited by where my joints will carry me, held back by limited connections and sinews and unraveling ties that refuse to bind or be bound. I'm tired, I'm lonely, I'm complacent and nervous. I'm a crackling conglomeration of waking nerves and sleepy neurons. I don't know what to write about any more.
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My ankle is jacked, I'm getting antsy, a blob full of nothing but coughs, booze, questions I'm afraid to ask. I want to go go go go go go. I'm limited by where my joints will carry me, held back by limited connections, sinews, unraveling ties that refuse to bind, be bound. I'm tired, I'm lonely, I'm complacent, nervous. I'm a crackling conglomeration of waking nerves, sleepy neurons. I don't know what to write about any more.
I don't know if this helps, but you can ask me any question and I'll totally answer it. You know, as long as it's not like, "what's the square root of 585464472475248," because seriously, do you think I'd know that? Heh.
ReplyDeletedon't you have a calculator in your purse?
ReplyDeleteoh wait, i forgot, IT DOESN'T WORK. heh.
I know. Even if it worked, though, that'd be cheating.
ReplyDeleteOh! Oh! This is the perfect idea to spice up my NaBloPoMo posts!
ReplyDeleteI just checked. I do in fact have one conjuction. One. I don't think I can muster the courage to get rid of it.
ReplyDeleteyou can do it! i believe in you!
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