just watched the man who fell to earth and realized that alas, even though I thought that I wouldn't have to shave my eyebrows for this costume, it appears I would. I'm not sure if I should go through with it now or not. Not only would I have to do that to be accurate, but I would have to build this outrageous body suit of 1. a metal water tank, 2. a water tube system to "keep my body moist" and 3. a chestplate type thing which would stand out from my chest and be fronted by clear plastic, tubing and some sort of framework. i think this costume is a bit overload. i'm rethinking and i think i will call and cancel my eye appointment. plus then i can save the money it would cost me to get the contacts. [shrug] ah well...i'll have to come up with something else.
i slept through two classes today...damnit i suck. i woke up around 8:45, my alarm having been going off for about 25 minutes, went back to sleep and woke again a couple times...then i woke about 50 minutes into my Hum class, and decided against going so late...then wrote an intro paragraph for my poetry paper to hand in as a stand in for the complete paper and fell asleep again, waking after my greek class had started because my alarm didn't go off at 1 like i set it for....grr...but i made it to my poetry class...thank god. plus i like that class most of the time so i wouldnt like to miss it, plus then i'd be screwed if i didn't turn in a paper sub at least. ah well...think im gonna get food soon
This is where electricity opens itself to the air. Mouth
words drew constant struggle to decipher where truth became fiction, when teeth said hard things come to those who wait, tongues massaged what the wind of fluidity birthed, and how swallowing became too much for sound.
Passive requests "my god, i can't believe what she just said..." drew blanks in geiger counter intuitive such intrigue left the gall where they had to recover from when guts grew like men who now can't find what thought knew how to enunciate.
Mouth used to scoop reflection from the moon, secondary choices became decisive enough to fool the press ing concerns of mothers and fathers and brothers and sisters only saw the clothes we wore. Reaching inside the brain she scooped out everything of interest, put it on racks said "headlines" and only secret meetings dispoiled the papers people wore like the fashion models wore their skin. Every day it was a new phrase in their mouths. Every mouth was a new mouth in their mouths.
The times were like ambitious overflowing conjunction
and
cubes gave life.
62,400 repetitions equals one truth.
"Go away." came out of its mouth(and I recorded it). "You're staring at me."
