May 1, 2014
This shaggy wife distracts me from the truth. I won't be forced against it, my head held tight against the glass where I can feel the fever, cold against my head. This is when it happens, is when it falls. This is when the idea strikes me like a man in the night with a baseball bat. You see the man coming, but the light is funny. You don't see what he is holding, don't fully understand he is holding anything, don't get it why he is moving funny, don't comprehend the meaning of that strange look on his face.