I could hit
u
But u just
stopped clicking
Am I doing
the same with my typing
Ah alas u
started again
Ur mouse is
right next to my ear
Or so it
seems
I had this
moment before where the thought of hitting you made me back off and quiet
Not any more
I want blood
It s strange
that we r living in this socialized world
Where children
are dying and mothers are on benefits
And we are
still so close to our insticts as to kill someone over a mouse
The rat row
The mouse
trap
Death over
mouse
Which one
was the Agatha kristy one
Oh I m just
logged off internet again of course
That is the other
one I could kill
No cos that
s like a long time abuser is kinda my friend
Is that
familiarity effect
When u r
logged on u feel that familiar rush in ur gut and u know
It s been
done before
It s not new
Like the
click of the mouse
I genuinely
wanna know
What is it
that he s doing?
Shooting kids
in Iraq?
I mean what
can get u so interested
What can be
so intriguing
Get u so
hooked
Closing the
nhs??
What is it
Firing people
in the know?
Do u think
if I fart he may stop
Do u think I
should shit myself??
I can t hurt
him
I m not
drunk enough
I ve had one
coffee
I was
contemplating a second one
It s when u
know ur nervous system is starting to break
It s nice
here
It could be
my studio
That s what I
always say when I come to the library
Then again I
need a wee
And the
clicking of the mouse
I mean it
could be anywhere
Why am I not
wearing my head phones
Like everybody
else
No one else
necessairily
I could
build the best studio
Out of my
house
I really
could
I could
Couldn’t i?
I mean the
guy that just walked in thinks he s so hot
Or he saw me
and he tried to tidy up
Dunno
Eitherway
He had a
cigarette
We can all
smell it
Am I anal
Am I vaginal?
Am I or am
i?
Who am i?
Am I blonde
or am I brunette?
At least I recognise
these are not important questions
They are
remotely interesting to anyone but myself
I was
reading about living in la vs living in London
It was all
Ah im into
smoothies
Im like
Shut up
How about
dying
Cos thats
all ur good for
Make some
fuckin manure for the chamomiles in my garden
Cos if I say
back yard
It can only
mean one thing
Celavie
x
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