Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Swan Song for a Depression

i'm taking back the night. and befittingly, it's halloween.

i've been emotionally homeless all day. playing the part well too. anyone who's talked to me might have noted a slight undertone of feckless desperation and heard the rustling of a bushel of sad kidney stones caught in my throat.

well no more, i say, no more!

i'm shimmying off this coat of flatlining logic, this polar fleece of apathy and disdain for existence.

and everything's been going wrong. this is a good sign. a very good sign indeed.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

"might have noted a slight undertone of feckless desperation and heard the rustling of a bushel of sad kidney stones caught in my throat."


sounds like i got ripped off

Aparna said...

figures of speech wear victoria's secret lingerie. but one would never know that unless one got a peep show, would they?

Ron said...

well, showing a little skin never hurt any oxymoron, allusion, personification, or metaphor that i've known...and I don't think it's a hyperbole for me to say that i've been with enough figures of speech in my time to be an expert on them. some would say i'm a regular don juan of tropology.

oh, i missed you by the way.

Anonymous said...

You're off your meds again, aren't you?

Aparna said...

ron -- welcome back!! that was quite the hiatus, tropo-don juan.

yoda -- oh, you don't know the half of it.