Wednesday, 14 February 2007

Did I Ever Tell You?

I'm waiting for a some make up sex and another fresh start. Perhaps one day we can....? Nevermind.

Tonight I am laying in a guillotine. I haven't even missed a breath waiting for the suspended heavy blade. I tryed my hardest to cry but it wouldn't come. "Lie still and close your eyes" I hear them bark. I'm too proud to close my eyes and I will not be kicking and screaming. Screeeech!

Chop.

Strange few days. Monday, I was in Town, sucking on cheap alcopops, to get me into a better state of mind. Good job it doesn't take many. Few hours pass, my hips have done enough grinding and my train is soon. I fumble down to the train station with a few that I know are coming back my way. We had missed the last train. "Taxi".

Don't know how it happend, but I ended up in bed, holding hands and kissing a young lady with a certain appeal. She was a good kisser but her lips were dry. Probally because of the alcohol we had both consumed. We layed together for a few hours, till I decided she was in my way and I didn't feel comfortable no longer. I took her home and regretted, not giving her a goodbye kiss.

It was now 6am and I had work in an hour. I'm not going. I lay in bed watching the ceiling spin until I fell asleep, only to wake up a few seconds later to call in sick. I did nothing for the rest of the day. Just lay there. I felt uncomfortable. So I took all my clothes off.

Then today was harder. I didn't want to leave my bed. Then after I did, I found out the road was slippery. So I dreamnt about driving into oncoming cars or wrecking myself into a lamp posts. Finally got to work and my day got better. I didnt eat much. I just wanted to go home. So I rushed through most of the day and bunked the last hour in starbucks with the hip kids. I then felt like getting wrecked. I brought this up in the conversation. Got out of work quick. Drove as fast as possible home.

Later that night. I watched the Arsenal game. Which we won. Then got a phone call. Bad news. Go fetch the knife I won't be needing one of my organs no more.

2 comments:

Bookshop boy said...

hey, I'm a hip kid. Score. Hope you didn't slice your penis off with the knife - you need that for sex with girls.

Find Comfort In Darren said...

You need a penis for sex, jeez thats why i get it sooooo worng.