Thursday, March 20, 2008

Undead me.

That's what they do. The eyes. They begin to roll back. Soon all that can be seen is the whites. The pulsing, it has happened, behind the brain. Soon the pulsing is in the brain, and if something doesn't happen soon, the pulsing becomes the brain. My eyes have begun to roll. I am driving right now, but I think I can negotiate my way to the shoulder and find my way. I will find my way. If I don't, my motor skills will collapse and I will be non-communicatve. Non-communicative in such a way that I won't get what I need.