pauldrobertson

AND THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW OF A MOVING CAR

Dipped in genius and majick each cell a miracle in its massive unlikelihood.

Tantalus at a buffet, Prometheus at a bonfire.

behaving like a spoiled child. Immature, puerile. Bitter.

I AM a master.

ARE YOU?

Overfilled with our razored lives.
I will forgive you.
I will heal you.
I WILL.

"Eat life!" Guttural and with cheeks sore from smiles such smiles such wide cheshire smiles. If only my red red lips would stretch… "eat it…suck it down…" Oh yes.

EAT GOD. Err… which bit do I start on?

Bring me the bum of John the baptist!

She takes something like a breath.
“You cripple.”
She cups my chin. She is crying. She is crying.

There is no way out of this, this is stuck-dom, stuck-ville,
stuck-o-later time

You were shaking naked above me
Tearing the pages out of my diary

And all that I want is to take you to bed
But you scream at me cuz I lost my meds

I beg some breaths from you. I want your attention for a few minutes. Let me open my heart and my wounds for you.

The sensation of her touch prickling the skin all over his body.
She bit his palms softly; licked his wrist.

By
the time that someone had finished what was really a normally paced
question (“Christ Paul, are you ok?”) or statement (“Man you gotta slow down!”)

hardest thing ever posted. dare you to, dare you to read it. as i dare to post this.

I take her radial pulse, her carotids, once, twice. I am on the grass stretched and ragged against her. Ah… something there, something lifelong, unfoolish and like a splinter of life.

My teeth hurt from being clenched so hard so desperately life-bleedingly hard in seizure. It is akin to waking from a drinking binge to find that I had been in a fight. I feel a similar kind of shame.

A beautiful woman a flawless ocean; the right temperature of day and water, timed by degree. The beach a strip of pure white wire in my mind. What more?

I have just had my first treatment of ECT – electro-shock therapy. I had it at around 7.30 and it is now 9.