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Cemetery

6/24/2026

I still feel jittery, but nothing is really wrong. The pounding of my heart felt off, black fuzzed the edges of my vision, the world went quiet.. then I sat up and snapped back to reality. I wonder what would've happened if I kept pick, pick, picking at that pinecone. I miss that pinecone. But I don't miss the feeling of almost dying-- or whatever that was. Maybe I did die and I'm now a floaty ghost... what a way to go, laying down in a cemetery, dismantling a pinecone fleck by fleck. It's the club for the dead really, and I was just getting past the bouncer, but I had to leave, since it's not my time yet, or whatever.
I really do wonder how far placebo can go, what would have happened if I kept laying there? Would placebo have tossed away my vision, chucked me into a liminal slumber, and kept my heart beating along with hers? or would she have taken my light, left me with all the others around me, my, not-so-fleshy, underground neighbors? Regardless, I woke up, not that I was asleep, but I was definitely in my head. So long, pinecone.










this definitely didn't happen because I over-exerted myself while bike-riding without eating hardly anything besides bread and un peu de sucre... someone give me a steak :'-)