Tuesday, February 17, 2004

a thousand tigers pulsate out of my chest, tearing through my skin like bees darting out of a shattered honey comb. a halo of angels drop with a beat to strap my neck in a noose - i can't breathe as the devil tapdances on my skull. this noise, this noise, this cracked laughter of a children's show host strung up on crack, bicycling through an electronic thunderstorm singing about birds, this soft murmur of librarian heads banging neon golden sounds that contort our bodies like crash test dummies, this noise this noise this noise of heaven and hell that i can never hope to hear again