Deviated writing assignment
October 2, 2008
Screaming face blanketed in joy my heart beats sounds scarcely heard in the vacuum of space my mother’s spite beats rabbits in a jar forcing me to face my mirror and smile like the end of the world filled with zombies and giant spiders doesn’t anybody see the cheese walking across the street in a 3-peace suit and briefcase only made brief by his short, miserable life and I just can’t seem to figure out this guy I want to something spatial and filled with bright color the human eye can’t comprehend in daylight what kind of rationale makes you hand over your gun to the people you should be fighting against and I can’t breathe when I see you but I try to inhale, exhale, forget about everything I knew and just try to soldier on fresh out of the box wrapped in shiny ribbons.
