|The day when the words went away.
||[Oct. 2nd, 2006|03:19 pm]
Hum. I have absolutely no words today. All I say come out sounding horrificly odd. So I will write in short sentences now. For instance, I want to state how much I hate rap. I've tried four times now to write something eloquent about men in polar jackets and girls in hotpants (which is one of the many things I hate about rap music). But it just does not want to come out right. And also, my arm hurts in a strange and localized fashion. I went walking in the forest yesterday, but the arm was not hurt by that. Also I went to a football match and stood screaming with my friend between some very huge men. But neither was it them that hurt the arm. The arm puzzles me. |
Otherwise, I wanted to write something about a small but persistent lack of sleep and Walt Whitman. Was he with men? I talked about this during the weekend with a little mexican/norwegian guy. This by the way, reminds me of the fact that I wanted also to describe him. But unfortunately, here the no-words problem come into play again. Litterature student. Kind of small. Want to know more. Want to talk of Walt Whitman. Want it.
But most of all, I want my words back. Now.