Shortly, because it's late and I am suddenly drained. Karla took of this evening, right about when I got back from break. My heart and head are still spinning. Alex and I chased her, sort of, 'till Heather and Chris the FM showed up. I feel scattered and shaken and anxious. Nervous and uncertain about how to approach her now. Like I failed somehow. My body and heart feel heavy. Anxiety is creeping in to take the place of this evening's adrenaline rush. And we've got a new homegirl coming in late tommorow night on a high suicide watch...
Bohdi is drumming late into the evening, and I kind of wonder whether they have this much drama...
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz..."
About Me
- Me, I'm holding out hope for a zombie attack
- “What are you, life? A silent theater of Chinese shadows, a chain of dreams, a charlatan’s store? Or a gift of unrequited love---that’s all that is intended for me? What about happiness? Ingrate, you’re alive, you weep love strive fall and that’s not enough? What?...Not enough? Oh, is that so? There isn’t anything else.”--Tatyana Tolstaya
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