no more gemstones
for a while i wrote in a purple notebook. nothing interesting, just a diary. highlight of the day, what happened, weekend plans, etcetera. i kept it up five months and then fell out of practice.. at first accidentally and then intentionally. i decided that not writing was a way to rebel against my present, future and past-in-hindsight selves. fuckem! even if it was a gemstone day, a day that shone like a crazy diamonds, i'd look at the dusty notebook and say fuckem! i aint writing shit. time is nothing, time is flaccid. fuck all ya yizmen, past present future, fuckem across the spectrum, my lips are shut, my eyes are closed, my heart is dead and the hand that once wrote is the hand that throws, THROWS this ikea pencil hard against the wall, fuckem! and the blunt lead shatters and the pencil splits apart and this hand shall never write again, never write, shall only turn out the light and as i flick the switch i think ha! another day in the shredder. bgggggge. hahahahahaa!!!!!!!!