Out of Mind: Black Cherry
I want to be a black-cherry boy/girl/woman/man(?) and to be a little more than the penciled in human I am now. What if I was the little ringing tinny-scared sound trembling off a guitar string accompanying a little ringing nervous boy voice wanting to fit in and stand out and find a girl to feel fucked with and embody the little tick tock moments of being the tension in the dissonance of a chord. God, living on that moment of hertz lying too close was the best orgasm I've had thus far. I mean maybe this girlorboy would bring me a meaning by resolving the heartsongchordpitches of that nervous boy who brought me into this air in the first place.
Again, mon stag-loving dieu that plinks on piano keys of fate. I bet her hair is wild and beautiful and I bet I get really jealous at her effortlessness and girl while I'm self-aware and boy and made of the grumbling synth noises in electronic feminist break up music.
She's the progressing drums and I'm the wail that comes after. Just the plaintive forever-wail.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (5 so far!)
Out of Mind is a project in which I write when heavily under the influence of something. I was both high and drunk while writing this.
- #606 Posted 7 years ago
It certainly comes across as influenced by something. Major stream of conscienceness going on there.
- #607 Posted 7 years ago
A bit rambling and odd, but it sort of goes along with the musical metaphor somehow.
- #618 Posted 7 years ago
@Escapist, would you mind if I gave a sequel a try?
- #960 Posted 6 years ago
Go for it, aslargeasalone! I'd love to see what you do with it.
- #978 Posted 6 years ago
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