clean up strategicly

wires wires everywhere
but those can't go just yet. to untangle the masses of black on black and pale once white electrodes takes a patience much more suited for quite work - takes nimble and flexible falanges that manuever like a dancer.

first will be the gripping and crippling of the clothing. which as peices spray lovlingly just as themselves - a bra, one sock, a sweatshirt. but they have amassed formed possies and gangs, even clicks. the hugest most menacing pile of rough blacks and grays, filled with scared holey tights have scattered far away from the summer shorts and tank tops. and the sheets are enveloping what is left of color squad, though their different colors clash and none of them are truly friends, i find them, the loners, in crazy places, like the crack between the door and the dark spot in my closedt where no shoes can fit. there are less dishes than i expected. they will be easy to move but clear no space.

it's the paper. the data base of my life. six long months out of school into 'free'lance that i have payed for dearly. a spilled bottle of pills, just asprin that in moments of disarray i've prayed were sleeping pills - i've almost gobbled them up - but they are still there, white dots like pins on map, their only goal to OD the vaccum, their henchmen, who will mosey in soon.

it must be a clear and conscise battle - there will be a timeline to this. a battle plan. i have to get myself in order. my parents have shoved me into this box from a house, to this life from my teens in my twenties. and the only way 2 escape is to make it my own. make it so clean, it's just like mother theresa's casket: inspectable, quiet, clear and dead.



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