Kid A

Poetry, Thoughts and Abstract Lies
2004-03-29 21:29:35 (UTC)

Brown Hand, Odd Smell

hello all, another outpouring from the emergency broadcast
system that is my brain.
working constantly, and completely seperate from my body.
sometimes i just sit back and let my brain do the thinking.
i am on a crash course of testing my limits of hunger -
today i only ate a packet of crisps, a packet of space
raiders, toast (with cheese), and a baked potato (with
beans). that is probably half of what i normally eat.
i'm not on some anorexic jaunt or anything as self-obsessed
as that, i just want to find out what my body can do, or as
the case may be, can't do.
a text message from my girlfriend signals the end of my
boredom.
is it normal to find guitars sexy? maybe she is unnatural.
we are well-suited, evidently.
that's all for today.
Kid A
ps. cosmic payback rules my world




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