horrid horrid, the.

Hot water hits the scalp, always the same smell--two parts steam one part epidermis. What wasn't the same today, though, was the steady drip drip onto yellow tile. We needed a roadblock. Yellow, beige, tawny, tawny tiles and golden walls stretched out for miiiiles--or so it seemed--because only square inches were cleared away. Square inches HA not even!

Impatience-guzzle-stickyfloors-coldcold-impatience-dieselengine-guzzle-kickout!-intervention-saved-impatience-buzzzz-impatience impatience impatience-CHAOS-staged-plucked out and up-and all the inches centimeters millimeters ETC robbed. I did my fair share too, but if only my hips were bigger I would have more momentum to protect that spot elbow rubbing trading sweat hand waving with infamy and notoriety and ew no not mainstream what do you know?! Once is coincidence, twice is FATE or so I would like to think because I was twiced and I would like for that to mean something more than nothing which is probably the only thing it does mean cause well, I'm just a number just a hand. I remember the colors, the flashes, the vibrating booms, what foresight to have plastic wrap chaos chaos trampled feet wet wet nothing else mattered but the synthesis of the split-second audio. All that I've left to prove of it all are no photographs and wrinkled, red shoes.

Manmanmanmannnn I am infatuated with you(s).