My arms hurt and I'm hearing a buzz in the air, literally. It's an ok temporary antidepressant, I guess. I have that feeling right now that I'm clutching a rope while looking down at boiling lava. Maybe that's why my arms hurt.
There was a whole lot of talk about sex tonight. I felt like Charlie Brown in the Halloween special, where after everyone talks about the candy they got he says "I got a rock" every time. I've thrown my kick at too many vanishing footballs in the last ten years. Fuck you, Lucy.
In the old days when I got really down and lonely like this, I'd drive way way out into the desert, maybe all the way to Blythe or really deep into Inyo/Kern. The rushing air and the emptiness and the moon over some big stark jagged mountains were easy on the soul. I never want to do that alone again, ever. Someone come with me next time.
I've never really had anyone to take impromptu road trips with, or sit around on the floor arguing about music all night with, or just to hang out with arm in arm all day and be comfortable. No one's ever particularly wanted to share that kind of closeness with me. When people say they want to be intimate with me, they really just want to be entertained and then disappear, at least so far. It's discouraging.
You all might want to put cones around this thing and drive around it for the next few if you don't want to see some bloody corpses. I'm getting more and more confessional every day. I literally have nothing and no one to lose.
Now we see as through a glass, darkly. But soon we will see face to face.