Subject: Weisman's novel |
From: Barrett Brown <barriticus@gmail.com> |
Date: 10/16/10, 23:32 |
To: Caleb Pritchard <cpritchard2001@gmail.com> |
I was all crunchy and achy in my heart, pining more than normally to fill the voids of my life.
DJ Lucky saw this girl and I think he literally licked his lips. He walked over and spoke to her.
I have a boyfriend, she said, pointing at me.
He turned to holler over the music.
Yo, that your girlfriend?
Yeah, I nodded.
You're a lucky man.
I paused. I thought about that - in the context of everything in life that we deal with, and I suddenly smiled.
Yes I am, I responded. Yes. I am.
Opium poppy tea is an amazing drug. A kaleidoscope of opiates. A literal rainbow.
I have indeed shed the skin of dreams. I've stepped out from previous ideas of life, seeing them now as mockeries.
Ive been through so much. You get there and wonder what next. Next is next.
The world can turn on you fast. Like some kind of pet cobra.
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Regards,
Barrett Brown
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