I tripped over Alice D.
Huh.
Mr.Angel and I had an emotional breakthrough with eachother.
you can't really explain it,
because you weren't there,
But we saw the [VERY] good and the [VERY] bad side of eachother.
We stood and looked in the mirror,
and it was like seeing eacother's shell of existance.
I rememeber feeling the cold tiles underneath my toes.
the cheers of the elevator bells just jeered at us,
while i looked at his bane of existance.
I know that he could see me,
see that unruly [PRE MR.OZ] be-that-as-it-may, person.
I felt him probe my body with his eyes,
but i knew he only saw what i wanted him to see.
it was like a visual wresting match,
our bodies colliding with every look,
pinning eachother with every stare..
we talked.
and talked.
in the snow
on the snow
over the snow
near the snow
under the snow
the DARLEY TOWERS is like a drug haven.
I walked in,
and was offered acid within minutes of me being there.
luckily it was a really great group of people.
all i know, is that i havn't slept in 24 hours,
i havn't eaten,
and i am awaiting the sweet silent gift of sleep,
so i can NEVER see that person in me,
or Mr.Angel again.
Matty B.
