Spaniorita

At work we have this giant bin in the kitchen.

It has a battery operated lid which has a sensor on it.

When you wave something in front of it, the lid opens.

We say... " the bin just opened it's mouth at me"

Sometimes when you are just walking past it, the bin will open it's mouth at you... if ya get to close.

Today I went to the sink mate to fill me water bottle up and...

The bin opened its mouth at me.

I didnt see it do so though mate...All I heard was vvvvvvvvvvvvvvv....

And....in my state of domesticated distraction I thought it was a Spanish twenty something lady screaming in horror at something that had happened down in the front room.

Now why the FUCK would I think that?

Vvvvvvvvvvvvvv!

David Lynch you aint got nothin on our bin lid. Nothin!

Silence breaks his silence.

This still informs my taste in men.

This reminds me of when I had a great deal in front of me.

This reminds me of that old picket fence strangled by poison ivy.

This reminds me of when the world was seemingly my shellfish...

This made me feel like something big was going to happen.

This still informs my sense of fashion.

This is still how I stand in front of the mirror.

This is how I thought life would turn out.

Im not bitter that it didnt.

I just wish I could find something that lied to me like that again.

Ok. I will

My nerves are nervous. Im chapping at the bit. Everywhere I turn disaster looms.

Maybe someones done this to me. Done this to my friend. Going to do something that doesnt agree with me.

Everywhere I turn. Chapping at the bit. Chap. Chap chap. Chap chap chap.

Why when the weather is so oppressive will people not leave me alone. I welcome them I do. But if it is only bad news, difficult news, news which seeks to restrain my emotions, why do they feel they should all have made contact with me this week when, as I said before, the weather is already baring down upon me.

Im new to this. I always have been.

Make things less difficult for me.

Or Ill do it for myself.