Tuesday, August 14, 2007

in this corner

it's like some sort of cruel parody of itself. a small anomaly wielding it's sick power, not realizing what it really looks like. but the light must hit it just right. making it's shadow cast huge across the wall. and a lifetime of training leaves me helpless to stop it. another jenga round. watch the pieces collapse.

like a child, i've built up this lego town. this block of blocks. and now it's time to knock them all down. without knowing why or what it means. it's just what comes next.

knock out in the first round. tell the round card girls to go home. this one's never making it past the first.

Monday, August 13, 2007

i can feel myself slowly breaking apart. like, pixel by pixel. and i'm worried that soon i'll just be a mess of a few colored boxes. surrounded by television snow.