Tranquilizer's Delight : Solid, Liquid, Silence

And in tranquilizers delight,
Those wild, lingering thoughts dance on my finger tips,
They dance on my eyelids.
Was my tongue to sing?
Was my tongue to taste?
They dance on the hairs of my forearms.

In this tranquilizer's delight,
Those tasteless, soothing piano keys flow into my nostrils,
Down my throat,
Through my ribs,
Up my head.
It forms a rainbow in my eyes
But my tongue has yet to praise,
My tongue has yet to pronounce
Your silence.

I'm Not Sorry, It's Human Nature

The new tenant moved in today. A guy. I think his name is Zhirong. I only saw him for a moment before I left the house. Alright kinda guy, chinese and pretty decent in appearance. But when I came back, he asked to speak to me in private. So I invited him into my room, then I said he could speak. He found it hard to begin, but when he did, it was hard for me to take in.

He found my diary entry, the single sheet that fell out from my book, the one I was frantically trying to find for a few months now. He spoke in detail how he found it sick that I could think of such things, that I could want my ex-boyfriend to "come to the breasts of a much older woman, and take her milk for gall". He was disgusted, and after that talk, he packed his bags and left. Honestly, that older woman thing was just a misquoted line from Macbeth. And I was obviously angry at that moment. Sigh. These unread people. Better for him to leave then.

Over the next few days, another new tenant moved in. A young woman named Candice. As usual, I briefed her of the house rules, and I had to leave for a meeting. I certainly did not anticipate my welcome home.

Coming back and stepping into my room, Candice stormed in with that single sheet in her clenched fist. She was practically boiling over. How the hell did she get it? She fumed about how she saw a piece of paper fluttering about and landing halfway behind my cupboard (and what was she doing in my room anyway?!!). Thus she picked it up and read it.

She said she found it insulting. I told her it was not her business to go around treading on private property, then she exploded! She was screaming about how I shouldn't write about other people that way, and that we as humans ought to have nothing but love for each other. I told her she was crazy, then she shoved me! We started struggling, I'm telling you, crazy people are strong! I was really fighting back, trying to push her to the ground so I can pin her down. Then out of the blue, she pulled out a syringe full of clear liquid. She aimed it at me, and the needle stuck in my arm for a moment then she pulled it out in our tussle and some of the squirting liquid got into my eye as well.. I got to say it here. BLOODY HELL!

My eye started to slack. The effect was immediate. It started to lose muscle control, and somehow I could see myself. My slack eye was looking to the ground and I saw a mix of half-floor half-crazy-girl-coming-for-me. My arm lost its strength too, and I was freaking out. What the hell was happening? What did she do to me! Candice started freaking out too. She started screaming, that crazy girl. Then the last thing I said to her was,"It's just a diary entry, for goodness sake!!"