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October 13, 2005 - 12:58

In the midst of bullying myself, there is the point where I can draw back and gather myself up in a bundle. My nurture visits and my brain takes bed-side, almost frantically so.
Yesterday was raw. With myself nothing was sacred, and my self-slander was unusually ruthless.
After work, coming up the stairs, I fell on my broken wrist very hard. But pathetically, this won my sympathy.
"Tenderly now, 1 percocet and a bath. I've got Automatic for the People, Everbody Hurts on repeat. Look who I found, your Guiford monkey. Yes put your head there, sleep it out."

It was primal survival.