Beneath the floorboards, evermore

The day of reckoning has come and passed and nothing special happened. I'm still in my room and still doing required reading. Progress on my story. I've figured out what exactly I want to write about. Now I will just have to reach deep down in me and rip it out. And maybe redo it modeling after someone else's style since the first draft will be bad. Will be tearful. Will be vomit-inducing.

A step is sometimes required when even on an escalator. Maybe people are pushing from behind, or maybe you just need to steady yourself. It's one of those times. It's a step that I want to take. No. It's a step that I already want to have taken, but am stricken mute and immobile. It's a dangerous sort of step. It can be taken too early and sealed your fate like when Captain Hook points that guy out in the crowd to get put in the chest with scorpions. Or is that a different movie? Fuck the life out of me, it's tough to do this. I weigh the options. I know what I'd want to do. But a massive expansion of distance is very likely in the near future. And then I think: not me? Not what I am. I'm no good. This weekend will not be long enough.

Things. and things. and things and things and things and things. You can't feel my tension. I'm not that good in allowing others to see it through my word-vision.

Fuck it, get it over with. I fucking hope your eyes are stuck to this prize. Horrorscope:

The answer to your question will be yes. But, fuck me running, you'll think no is better. Later in the day you'll assume your first choice was better. But who are you to decide anything? Mars is in retrograde, so that means it looks like its going the opposite direction it usually goes. Other than that, it means nothing. Not a single thing. Except that the solar system is sun oriented. Oh, suck it Aristotle. Don't be a prick. A wonderfully crazy homeless man will eat your genitals if you are in a really horrid way. Because just eating your genitals isn't anything special nowadays. I mean with Saw, we've seen just about everything we can.

If I had better things to do than spend time on this would I tell you?
Yes I would.
And I do.
Have better things to do, that is.

Getting sores on my elbows and knees and everywhere from reading so much,
LQ