I don’t know any bad people. It’s just that there are some people I’d rather not know. I mean, it’s not just me. You don’t like people either. I don’t like people, you don’t like people. Nobody likes either one of us.
Nah, of course you don’t. Why would you? Why would anyone, come to think of it? We wake up, you and I (I and you?), we go to sleep, sometimes together. It’s that gap in between that people fill with problems, of one form or another. But you are not what you appear to be, and I am not what you think you are, and you are not what I think you are. But I am what you are and you are what I am and we are what she is. But, she are what they am? No, forget that.
I saw you, once, walking down (or was it up?) the corridor towards me. Your eyes didn’t blink, your face didn’t move, your arms motionless by your side. People were just, running. Running everywhere. Why were they doing that, what were they running from? Can I go? You’re here now, staring at me, and I think you might be beautiful.
But then I’m on my back, and I saw the sky was blue, and for once was not on fire, and kind of figured out that I should leave, that the time wasn’t right, so I joined the flock and ran. I heard you shout something my way, it reached me as nonsensical letters, and made me feel so much better. It’s sometimes nice to just have absolutely no idea, don’t you think? You can hit me again if you’d like.
You see, I’m just trying to explore the world beyond words of a pure lethal force of the once lucid hand as it sails around and comes finally to rest in the land that lies between both of my eyes and then reeling back recover and slap and grapple and hold as I desperately try to prove that I’m bold in front of all of these girls who are the core of the world and if lunge is in grace and blood is in love then I guess what we’re doing is equal to fuck and wait,
Are we fighting?
