My hand feels broken. I want to right...I have this urge to write...but nothing comes out. I'm FEEL like I'm supposed to right about a ghost...or an Angel...but no words are coming. Not like blogging, I can do this shit in my sleep. I'm thinking about Jessi again. Worried mainly. It's the picture I drew for her. When I first met her she showed me her back tattoo...and they were broken wings like the bones were splitting out the back. It should have led to much more that night...but me being an honest man (a lot of good that does anyone anymore) asked her to come for a cruise with me...and that usually meant the world to me but I wasn't picking up the million signs she was throwing at me because I was much happier just being with her rather than fucking any of that up with even suggesting being a couple. But two lines stick with me..."...and fly away the way I fell." which is from one of my first poems of trying to decide what I want to do with my life...and I'm trying to write the 3rd piece of that puzzle and tell my friends I'm leaving in the same breath...but nothing is working tonight. The second line is "...when he thought he felt her in his arms, he looked down to only find ash..." and that's from nothing. It keeps repeating itself inside my head. I don't know what to think of it...
Nine Inch Nails. Never has been on any of my Ox Power Hours. I finished the 8th one today. I never realized I hadn't ever used them..."What if everything around you...isn't quite as it seems? What if all the world you think you know...is an elaborate dream?" NIN's "Right Where It Belongs"...This song...I don't know what to say about it either. This is a confusing night...anyhow, I'll whore myself out a little --->
Check out the 8th Ox Hour and get a taste. Let me know if you want one!
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