i talked to reynold today....
no, talked isn't the right word...
he talked.
i listened.
i listened to his bullshit... because he
knew that neanderthal instinct of saying
just the right things to play me like a
fucking pipe.
does it bother me?
of course. it was supposed to.
did i say much?
no....
but then... what could i say?
he's become a monster.
he's not like i thought he was....
changed somehow... into this superficial being.
something i don't support.
* * * *
i saw him enter the cocoon... and come out hideous.
and it hurts... seeing it happen.
because he's changing... completely different
than i knew him.
changing into this gross distortion...
of what i knew. becoming like that of a
beast.
* * * *
influence is a powerful thing....
* * * *
so yeah, i listened...
i let my face lie to him... tell him something
other than what i was thinking or feeling.
what does he care?
he's untouchable... incapable of letting me
affect him.
and why should i?
what do i really care?
i dunno. i'm stupid.
stupid to believe it... stupid to let it
affect me... stupid to allow this muther
fucker the free-reign to come into my life
and attempt to manipulate me from the
inside out.
* * * *
he isn't like i thought....
but then again....
has anyone ever been?
