08.08.2005 (Monday), 12:01 AM

Quack, Damn You

no matter how many times I look, it will never ring...

My leash is getting tighter. The relationship between my eyes and the blue screen is inseperable. I look and it stares back not telling me anything but the time. It always does that and I'm especially aware of it this afternoon pushing through the heat to get to the fog.

Why do I stare blankly between my legs like the hypontised rat looking for the testicles that the lab tech removed a few days ago. Looking for something; waiting for something; begging for something. Dunno. It just stares at me and I do the same. It's an endless cycle and my compulsion to roll, toss and grin is bounded only by the fact that it may just call me away.

Posted by wjc