This was posted and killed under a different node.
I wrote this the day after meeting
Aphexious, a
harbinger of the
emotional rollercoaster to come.
What had I planned to do tonight?
Does it matter now?
All that I can do is prowl the house and unleash my manic aggression on the punching bag in the hallway.
How can one person, with one look knock out the underpinings of my life? I only saw her for two hours yet still she walks through my mind with those swaying eyes and all is chaos.
In the end I pass out on the with a pencil in my hand and a bottle of whiskey at my feet.