Wednesday, February 27, 2008

out of touch, out of mind

In this physical life, when the touch is forgotten, can death be far behind?

Saturday, February 23, 2008

frustration sucks

when the body has been neglected for a while and then can not do what it needs to do to un-neglect itself, it gets quite frustrated... and alone, it gets even more frustrated... and frustration sucks...

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Happy VD

Damn, a muscle tear hurts. Wish I could say it was overzealous love-making, or even wild mindless sex, but it was stutter-stepping between first and second in the softball game. Damn, damn, damn, just when I was starting to move around and feel like the athelete was not dead yet, a major set-back. Now it's rest, but will I?

Yeah, Happy Love-Day.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

what a waste

Or is there some purpose to this time? (speaketh the body). The blood pressure medication stopped and the ringing in the ear is louder than ever which means the blood pressure is up and the fat fuck living in my just keeps stuffing his greedy mouth with more chocolates and fat-making shit and though he's keeping me so busy I am hardly sleeping, he doesn't find time or motivation or caring to take me out for a run. He even signs up to do it and we are a no-show. Idiot. Maybe we'll get to the next one.

Who cares.