Black Roasted Heroin
CCXVI WHISKEY by Jon Contino
It’s nice to know that you will always be out there, loving me.
My cynicism makes me think that it’s a trap, a trick, a way to lure me in then break me because of all the things I did to you in the past.
But, you would have done that a while ago, wouldn’t you?
Wouldn’t you?
Compulsion
I just want to dance, dance, dance.
I’m aching.
I just want to dance.
I’m twitching.
I just want to dance.
Uncontrollable.
I’m gonna dance.
In the New Year…
V838 Monocerotis
I suspect that I’ll still be shit at being friends with people,
I’ll always be on time to be late,
And, my luck will always play tricks on me.
I thank you, 2009, for all the shit you’ve taught me and for being such a ridiculous companion.
2010, I trust you’ll straighten me out a bit, and be a slight bit more disciplined…but, only when no one is looking. 
I’ve got a good feeling.
NB: Let’s pretend there’s some music here while I try to get this shit to work. And, out I go, good night!
Lost at Sea with the Spiders in the Trees
I had another 5-7 entries posted apart from the ones that are already present and visible here.
They’ve disappeared and been eaten by the monsters that own that which we cannot see: technological molecules that transfer documentation of our digital dreams and existence. Zombification, e=mc2, acid reflux, Benjamin Franklin, fission, tectonic plates, codeine.
I really wish I had an extensive scientific vocabulary so I could confuse, shock, and stun. But, I’m no scientist. I’m just a swindler.
Oh, well.
Lower Doses and Big, Bad Habits
Free Radicals, Sam Weber
Sebastien Schuller “Weeping Willow”
Just because I can’t doesn’t mean I should.
I can do it: On my own; pillbox not included.
Easy fixes aren’t so easy.
I slept all day and didn’t wake up.
¿Est-ce que ça va?
Robert McGinnis
I feel like magic tonight.
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Night Song
I think I’m dreaming.
Cuidaito, chiquitito, que te puedo dejar moraito…
Strophanthus preussii [Corkscrew Flower, Poison Arrow Vine, Spider Tresses, Tassel Vine] Apocynaceae by Tuis Imaging
Camarón de la Isla “Y Mira Que Mira Y Mira”
I’m not a professional burglar, but…
Come ‘n’ get it!
Cyganka, Olga Boznanska
Sick, sick, sick like a stray and streetbound dog!
I couldn’t sleep last night and that one hour I did, I know because I couldn’t stop looking at the time wondering how much longer left until I had to be a functional part of society, I awoke drenched in my own sweat. The sheets were drenched, wet with fever, wet with disease.
I’m not spinning tales to appease the gods of poetry or to entertain my nonexistent audience. All this that I express: my narration is literal.
I got up searching for a quick fix for the aches and pains. I couldn’t stay in bed for long even though it was 3:48AM. My body hurt a contorted hurt, as if I’d been sleeping with my head by my feet again. My eyes were dry, with a coagulated film. I looked as if I had jaundice.
I still look like a living zombie, my skin is wrecked, harsh, coarse. I feel as if I’d been sanded down.
Michael Leonhart & the Avramina 7 “Gold Fever”
Here’s to another sleepless night.
Sh…!
Judith, Gustav Klimt
Oh, honey.
I knew it.
This was never a game, but it played out that way, and I’ve won.
I haven’t a trophy to prove it, but the stories alone are all I need. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone
You can trust me. I always keep my mouth shut.
