Monday, August 28, 2006
Kindly refrain from cursing me, just because I bleed doesn't mean I'm you, blueberries make me bruise. If you listen to my pulse like motors you'll see I live, I am not a son of mockery. Just because I sit hollowed out, scooped like rich white ice cream, doesn't mean you can torture me with your words. A couch potatoe understands, sitting alone he hears everything. His shoes barely on his fat slow feet, the sound of the TV hissing in his head,the couch struggles to feel comfortable under weight. If you scream at me I will say,"Scream no more." "Scream no more." I was not born deaf, though I wish sometimes you would make me deaf.