A glance The little black figures words lines of endless text pass me by my eyes seeing nothing but little black lines shapes dots stripes crosses ... A stick slathered in nutella chocolate, and hazelnut the sweet makes me numb The crunch makes me succumb ... The sounds pelting me commands inquiries, things to do things to hear So Much Noise Information being blown away in the wind past my unresponsive ears A lone buzz takes over ... The sprite gluggs down my esophagus Burns my lungs A crinkle from the now, empty bottle ... The led ****** my fingers the keys click clikety click as I tap tapety tap poke **** the computer keys the piano keys ting tingety ting as I push press Smooth that little piece of dirt I rub rub Rub RUB scratch SCRATCH ... The frozen unbelievable painfully sweet sweetness numbs my tongue cream cold as ice freezes my brain My brain My brai My bra My br- My b- B- b- B- bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb ... ... ... Enveloped in a blanket of sweetness my tongue is all I know as I Binge To Ecstasy
It's a strange feeling I've tried to inscribe onto these pages. A bit dark, obsessive, attempting to numb obligation with food, some OCD in there. But all of these are maybes, interpret it as however you'd like I hope you find it interesting.