Puzzle
It's like a puzzle in here right now. And I don't mean a small puzzle, but an emormous one with fucking thousands of pieces. This wretched body being the main picture, much like the puzzle box cover, a guide to the completion of the fucking whole.
When I pour the pieces of the puzzle out onto the table I see only fucking chaos, nothing else. The pieces are laid out all over the place when I let them fall from inside the box onto the surface that I am working with.
Some pieces are specific points in time.
Like this puzzle piece right here represents one day when I was little. When I inflicted a scratch on my kanids face. And this puzzle piece, the first time I watched porn when I was 12 and my very first beer.
Whooahh...what's this here? The piece from the first time I had sex and the start of a rollercoaster fucking relationship from hell! What a fucking ride, that was. And lookeeee here. This piece is from my college days. Its a Friday, Palm Court apartment, Block B, Floor 15 and I'm fucking high on some herbal constituents. The ladies from two floors up are wasted and one of them has got her t off - tits and all. I've got this stupid grin on my face and her Less Than Jake shirt on. I remember this one so clearly.
And here's a puuzzle piece from just last night. 13 big cats. I think.
There are countless amount of puzzle pieces in this fucking puzzle. But this is me. My fucking life, a huge puzzle. As far as putting it together, I wouldn't even know where to start.
Maybe, I'll just let the pieces find their own places.
When I pour the pieces of the puzzle out onto the table I see only fucking chaos, nothing else. The pieces are laid out all over the place when I let them fall from inside the box onto the surface that I am working with.
Some pieces are specific points in time.
Like this puzzle piece right here represents one day when I was little. When I inflicted a scratch on my kanids face. And this puzzle piece, the first time I watched porn when I was 12 and my very first beer.
Whooahh...what's this here? The piece from the first time I had sex and the start of a rollercoaster fucking relationship from hell! What a fucking ride, that was. And lookeeee here. This piece is from my college days. Its a Friday, Palm Court apartment, Block B, Floor 15 and I'm fucking high on some herbal constituents. The ladies from two floors up are wasted and one of them has got her t off - tits and all. I've got this stupid grin on my face and her Less Than Jake shirt on. I remember this one so clearly.
And here's a puuzzle piece from just last night. 13 big cats. I think.
There are countless amount of puzzle pieces in this fucking puzzle. But this is me. My fucking life, a huge puzzle. As far as putting it together, I wouldn't even know where to start.
Maybe, I'll just let the pieces find their own places.
posted by Demented | Thursday, August 20, 2009
7 Comments:
Just get drunk and quit thinking. Seriously. Just get drunk.
Just get drunk and quit thinking. Seriously. Just get drunk.
'..the start of a rollercoaster fucking relationship..'
Don't you mean - fucking rollercoaster relationship?
anon : i still drink. seriously.
anon : yes. the words should be arranged like that to make sense.
hahaha we went thru puzzles in our life!
amani : and yes we did, didn't we.
That face-scratching puzzle is really fucked lah. Will never forgive you for that. Now, I've got that face-scratched-and-not-able-to-scratch-back-in-revenge puzzle, kanid.
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