Freewrite - heat

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Topic: WTF? 1990's


It’s fucking hot I can hardly think breathe move. I feel constricted constrained I need to get up get out go away. If I don’t I shall explode into millions of tiny pieces. Hair & breathing respiration goes on all around me sucking my own life out of my cells Crazy I am crazy dripping my soul out of my pores therefore it leaves no room for the sweet to pour forth. The Church calls it blasphemy. I need to sleep rest swim fuck. I don’t know what I need. Women all around water water everywhere but not a drop to drink. I need physical affection. I bow my eyelids to the God of Sleep, yet it happens not. I take notes of sorts, but not about Intellect. Aesthetic compulsions need anal retentive tendencies. Watching me is watching me eyes are everywhere in the holes in the walls fingers grope out towards me attempting a kiss. I run screaming but stay in my seat because Rational Thought says I must not I am a bizarre personage, that’s a truism. The heat waves over me once again & leaves me frustrated. Where do I go what do I do I need to leave I am going mad, I am going to get mad. Anger spears my heart I must not leave howhelp where do I go.

I keep writing or I just flip my biche. Fuck them all (but wouldn’t I like to) & laugh all day the clown cartwheels around the bend. I want to frolic with the butterflies or at least pet their wings. Deer are out there awaiting me I must leave


Uummmm... yeah. So this was a freewrite I found, clues lead me to believe that this was most likely done while I was in Mauritania, but it might not be. I know it was from the 90's at some point, and before I met my wife, but that's about the best that I can do. I do know that i was really hot, and i hate being hot, and that I was trying just to let my mind go. I wasn't really crazy. At least I don't think I was. earthwulf