March 25, 2011 - 1:35
I sat blankly in my chair, my mind running amok, and manically produced, amongst several other scrambles too personal, this:
*a disembodied foot in brine *a cardboard box overflowing w/ gems *gruesome stitches, thick black thread, on a pale, sweating forehead *a woman dashing terra cotta pots on her stoop, over and over again, seemingly forever *trimming a head of hair thread by thread, shaft by shaft, with the smallest pair of scissors, the size of a mini-snickers *a calf muscle, twitching, in white stockings *a hand smeared in lipstick from wiping the mouth, swipe-wise, furiously. you can tell *quivering lower lip. Syrupy drool, in a cascade. He's just a baby. *A woman holds a man's head to her lower belly. She resents the responsibility.
Looking back at this list today (which at the time was a rapid first thought/best thought exercise with the loose focus being things that I "wished" where happening in the break room?), I think what I experienced was some sort of short wire. I can't retrace my thoughts at all!... Needing the stimulus of the internet, my brain went a bit berserk I think, creating images seemingly from nowhere & to no end: imagination mish mash. This much internet time is really bad for me, but there is literally nothing else to do at this job. BRAINS. The 2nd most interesting organ.
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