Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
"What do you mean? Why don't you obey?
Why don't I jump when you moan?
Am I detached?
You seem to think I am some monster, devoid.
Cold, you say?
No. When you turn down the thermostat you engage the cold, it has nothing to do with me; except that I grow cold, too.
I can be made hot, too, you know.
I rode to a girl's place once, on a mountain bike.
I fell and broke my wrist on my way to see her.
When I arrived I pleaded for help and bandaged my wrist and drank beer and smoked pot and even visited her friend.
When we returned, though, we made love in her bed. I held myself up with my right arm and cradled my left.
Dignity? Fuck, who cares about dignity, who cares about broken bones, who cares about broken-fucking-sex-bones-while-in-pain-but-love-is-just-too-powerful sex?
Posted by Sid Heart at 9:57 PM
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Posted by Sid Heart at 11:05 PM
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
"There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats; For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind”.
How does it happen like that?
Never sacrificing the most unsacrificable?
Day in and out, little adventures, maybe, but never grand movement.
I feel so alone and apart from it all,
as though I had peered too long into the abyss.
And it finally peered back.
I am always feeling gone again.
Posted by Sid Heart at 1:13 AM