Thursday, February 19, 2009

Just like Neil Young did...

John

The body of a teenage mistake falls backwards in slow motion onto his bed. The eyes are closed, squeezed shut. He can still see it all. Above him the ceiling spins. A giant smile grins, and a giant eye blinks shut. Inside of him the universe explodes into a million little pieces that make up a million little people. Dawn does not come easy, rays cut through his bedroom glass like wide cruel daggers. His mother Mary yells. His mother is a whore.

Sometimes there's things in the world that are just so beautiful or hateful that it overwhelms me, it makes me feel that my heart might explode. I take this as proof that I am still alive and the world is both in need of artists and villains to chase.