Scrawl me sometime

No no no, you mis­un­der­stand me. Hav­ing always had a repu­ta­tion for pos­sess­ing the most impec­cably neat hand­writ­ing, it’s sur­pris­ingly encour­aging to know that when I write on a screen using a mouse or in the con­dens­a­tion of a wintry win­dow using my right index fin­ger, I have the unleashed and mani­acal scrawl of a serial killer. Maybe I will humour you and tell you that I know where you live.

Comments: 4

    Yes, do. Drum again.

    Clare | 01.08.07, 09:06

    I drummed once, but I doubt I will again.

    Mo | 01.08.07, 16:07

    love this post.

    it made me think of this poem. that i once wrote in indelible marker across the back of a past boyfriend’s sleep­ing body.

    Scrawl (by Octa­vio Paz)

    With a piece of char­coal
    with my broken crayon and my red pen­cil
    scrawl­ing your name
    the sign of your mouth
    the sign of your legs
    on nobody’s wall
    On the for­bid­den door
    engrav­ing the name of your body
    till the blade of my knife
    bleeds
    and the stone screams
    and the wall breathes like a chest.

    imo | 01.12.07, 19:17

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