01 February 2010

{ 04.01 } .. . medic

white noise

My brain feels like it’s being boiled. There is a faint odour of plastics and pork. I hear the murmurings of cloistered voices somewhere behind me, dissecting doctrine with textbook clarity. Or maybe it’s some low-key negotiations for a secret exchange. What could it be, I strain my hearing and hurt my neck instead. The blood bubbles grow bigger inside my head.

I have to stop these constant shots of espressos; I feel like I’ve been freebasing caffeine for the past three days. So far, I’ve kept the jitters at bay, but it’s like I’m chewing tinfoil and constantly forgetting to swallow.



spiral scratch
lost highway .. . { hank williams, the original singles collection }
devil’s haircut .. . { beck, odelay }
el matador .. . { los fabulosos cadillacs, vasos vacios }