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What kind of disease are you?
foxtongue: |
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foxtongue is caused by alien mind control rays.
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foxtongue will, upon infection, cause you to become a street-mime.
The only way to stop the spread of foxtongue is to raise bees in your hair. |
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It’s four in the morning again. It’s inexorable here, there’s no option to turn it off. It smells like rain outside, but in my room it smells of sage. I opened the window when I thought I heard the buzzer, but perhaps I didn’t get there fast enough. I leaned out a little and softly called to receive no answer, the wet lack of moonlight on my skin reminding me of the time. It’s warm now, the clouds trapping the heat of a million sodium lamps, a thousand mis-timed lovers arguments. The sky is lit with distant lights, a musty fetid orange puce. Hesitating, I closed the window. This is the weather that drives me to walk to beds where I would be welcomed by that ‘you silly girl’ toss of arms around my body in the dark. I don’t think I have those people anymore, the replacements have left town too and I don’t leave the house enough to collect new ones. I have to leave in the morning, I shouldn’t stand uselessly outside houses my friends used to live.
It didn’t used to mean anything. Spam didn’t used to be poetry or socio-economic histotrophic paeans:
discussion of civil society. There’s almost no ethnographic detail no probing of the motivations of individuals or the role of Islam and democracy in local communities. There is at least as much variation at this level as there is between states and even — or perhaps especially — for specialists. An academic with a background in both economics and political science Lindblom remains calm and dispassionate throughout; he also seems remarkably free from political presuppositions though
I am tired and wish I could sleep.
I wish I could hear you behind me tonight.
I wish I knew what you were like to touch.