Rindcoat

7/13/10
Story time.

At first I was like

But then I was like

So I

And so

And a meteor cloud on my knee for the road. Iced. Can't see it cuz the light, but I can. So can my robots. Feels like a rock.

Wish you'da been there.

When I first drafted this, I was planning to take this (but I shouldn't say 'this'--the 'this' I'm referring to is content I've deleted) slow; let it wander. The only thing that's the same between the original draft and this one is the title.
But fuck it. Physical pain puts things into perspective.
I am not a patient person.
Mugwort and cloves; I will not ration it. I will feast.
I've never done this before; that is to say, it's never worked. I am not a patient person; but I am a bit of a halting, measuring creature. Makes it difficult to bum rush desires. I don't know how you do it without flinching; maybe I'll ask, some day. Maybe I won't.

Here we go.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA