THE COLD


happy go lucky waltzing through the heated hallways of university,
stopping for a few moments to look at the theater kids contort their bodies over interior
obstacles;;; laughing at the absurdity of expressing ennui

but WAIT

suddenly as i leave the warm warm walkway
i clench up! my body tightens! i am frozen... i walk with arms at my sides, waddling up
the base of mt royal like a penguin rediscovering its true nature

i am like a cat in the snow! |\|1Ce

at once all my idle disillusions of fornicating have disappeared, no longer do i long to embrace an enchanting girl on the street and to kiss her deeply, instead only visions of pushing her to the ground, of hurdling those bodies into the street, why? the cold makes us envision strange things!! smoking becomes impossible!

i see future technology allowing people to talk to themselves loudly on the street but i can never infer actually whether or not these people are in a state of delusion, that they are talking to no one, that the snow has permanently frozen their minds.. should i throw them into the street for warmth? so many bodies

i grinded krista's body into a dumpster and it made me feel warm so warm

stuffy nose runny nose, both types of noses that disattract penis from opening

i had thought of calling, one, who i will call K (maybe short of ketamine, as i am feeling like a cat on drugs right now [this is a lie, im warm and actually writing this in my room from a ~future~ perspective]), but it seems her image has disappeared once i hit the cold.

the cold wiped my mind of everything!

i once again tried to fornicate on a truck
my ???? got stuck to the glass permanently and i had to wait until late spring to get my pride back... never think about how another person will react to the cold! we are all in it together, we are all penguins waddling toward nowhere...

i don't remember where i was supposed to go!