Week End

The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. Rats on the back step! Wind! And wind. And wind. Mice! Rain and rain. Gray and gray. French toast and homefires and sausage and fresh tasting strawberries and chai. A huge rainbow above Canton. Driving in the rain. Guitar Hero/Keith's crazy dancing to horrible songs. Delicious greasy Chinese food and a broken smile. Cold and blue sky. Sharp throbbing pains in a head. Dry lips--a fuzzy feeling head--furry like frost on metal. And I made everyone upset. Tear stained glasses. "We don't hold little sadnesses," Keith said. Yearning for spring. And grim reaper animation and tear drops and sweatshirts and first thing in the morning Vajrakilaya practice. Nightmarish speed metal. Baby-ness. And I just lost an hour.