The Aridness of Procrastination

Little black spots growing underneath the cap of a Gatorade bottle, quite freaky. Washing it out with hot water, very touchy. Drinking from the bottle, much relief.

The week was spent with not much intake of the simple of most purities, plain water. Things were done in the vein of a smoker and their carrots. Potato chips with no ante, oranges with the rind all waxed up and blinding, peaches that have stones that shatter at the slightest of movements and everything else in the house that could be eaten to satiate this unnerving feeling of dehydration. The nights were drained and the mornings strung out. Only a few days till the little black spots return and the endless tire.

Soon Van

Friday, 14 March 2003 - 12:59

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