land/horses

in my angry quest to get my angry fix of mood and emotion, i land on land/horses. i had never bothered to read the lyrics, now i wish i never did.

because now i also get the feeling i'm surrounded by horses-horses-horses-horses-horses-horses-horses-horses-horses-horses

and i may not use blow but i also want to go rimbaud.

i want to do a little writing but i am really tired, this week.it's only been one month, and i'm already tolled away, and i'm more impatient, edgy, volatile...

reckless.

i can't remember yesterday 7pm-1am. i just woke up past midnight and i was in bed. unfully dressed. i drank a lot of water. folded my laundry. went back to bed. in the meantime i got flashes of leaving gina's flat (where the guys frolicking in bed?). i walked home - i remember... nothing. not even how i crossed plaça catalunya. i ignore whether i took pelai or ramblas. i stopped in the supermarket to buy 4 x 5l-bottles of water, but this i remember a posteriori cos i've seen them in the kitchen today. my neighbors were in the elevator - freaking out probably. i must have looked horrible.

but this morning i feel fine, leaving aside a couple of uninvited bruises in my legs, and i have energy enough to leverage my stakes in discipline to sit down in bed, grab a glass, and try and get some writing done.

allons-y.