Date: Fri, 18 Mar 94 14:59:22 EST
From: Kafka Dreams <kjc@[OLD RUTGERS ADDRESS]>
To: void
Subject: you can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it...


Skittering scuttling chasing echoes like unnatural forms of silence,
muscles twitching and emotions tangling each other, thoughts stumbling
and twisting, change and change again, a million tiny decisions
swarming together into fear of movement, fear of shivering, fear of
drawing the next breath, overwhelming with their collected weight, all
the need sucking and pulling, bruising the silence enforced, I am
static, I am unmoving and I am filled with electricity, it has no
where to go, I crackle and shake imperceptibly, the charge is
building, increasing, soaring, sour in my stomach, it binds to the
chittering quiet and they spin together, screaming chaos and sorrow
and desire and wishes, muscles only tightening the tension builds to
frightened rigidity and loss, tunnel vision, blinders, the only path
seems to be an escape, a blind downhill race against no one hoping to
miss the trees, the ruts, the rocks, picking up speed until the
screaming within and the shrieking wind outside become one, a singular
buzz of whitenoise and panic, breathing sounds harsh in my ears, I can
hear my heart beating too fast, even if I win, I think I will have lost.