Thursday, August 03, 2006

Hell hounds

They get louder, and I can’t hear myself think anymore.

I’m running, but they follow me. Constant companions, these hounds from the deepest pit of hell.

Why are you doing this?

Why?

Why?

3 comments:

The Mass Defective said...

I question the same things you did on both this post & the last one. The constant noise is unbearable. Last night I took a double dose of Seroquel in hopes of silencing them demons, but still they continued.

Hang in there,
Sid

James said...

I wish I could answer why...why we have to put up with all this shit. I guess the best thing that we can do is stick with each other and cry together. I'm holding your hand and giving you hugs.

borderline savvy said...

I know the taste of hell in my mouth, and I'm sorry you are tasting it now. I'm with James. I hug you virtually. Is it time for your shot again? You might want to discuss the frequency of it with V...

Love, hugs, and with luck, some comfort.