toxic spill

So I’ve decided to jump into a toxic spill
Please insert the notion that the toxic spill is what English students call a “metaphor”, and it refers to a situation, person or serious of events that are having a profound effect on you...it may be half baked but it’s a metaphor nonetheless. In some types of writing half baked metaphor is considered a delegacy, crime novels for example. I may not be making much sense and have any sort of continuity, that’s why I opened up with the line above... the toxic spill is effect my ability to make cognitive such and such...

Right, on I go walking down this rocky road of the metaphor, to put a veil of mystery on the situation at hand, if more for myself than anything.

So right, I saw this green glowing liquid and threw caution to the wind and jumped right in
And now I’m curious, the rays emitted, are changing me on a cellular level. I can feel it kinking my DNA, it unwinding, reforming in new helices.
There are two options;
1) I become a mutant, and fill with water and burst like the guy in x men, or get horrible growths and end like some melted plastic (either way I’ll get a documentary made about me on Channel Four after “My Dad was a Tree” and “Born Without a Face”
2) I get super powers. Laser eyes, flight, invisibility, waterproof mascara, the works.


So right the question is, do I get out now and risk being a half formed mutant, the likes of which even Sky Real Lives won’t want to do a documentary about?
So I cut my loses, put my fallen out hair into a plastic bag and chalk it up to experience, or stay in there and let it cook me some more, just for the LOL’s?

So people have seen me differently since the Spill. Maybe it’s my new neon green glow, maybe it’s the fact that my I can now stretch my rubber arms into a jump rope and skip with them, who knows? But it’s definitely different

Suddenly I’m this and I’m that and I’m like...am I?

It’s very strange.

And things from the past, people from the past (I say the past like it’s a place....ok one must only refer to the past like it is a different region if one has been alive long enough, when the past is like 5 months ago you can’t do that)
But that’s what the spill did, it made time stretch and now everything’s different
Things from the pa.... things from before don’t bother me as much.

And in college, in the lab I hear words coming out of my mouth “oscillate that defibrillator at the proverbial antidisestablishmentarianism” (well, like that impressive but it actually making sense) and I’m like...who said that? And it was me!

Have I been possessed by the spirit of the well adjusted? Is this the finding of self in college? It came on fast! And if that’s all it is why don’t I feel comfortable in this new self? She wears size 12 jeans! And understands her lecturers! She’s everything I’ve ever hated.

Ah conformity, they were right, it does get you in the end, staying at home listening to The Smiths and The Cure perfecting your sulk just don’t cut it anymore


Maybe I’m reading into everything do much, I should just do a few more laps of this toxic river, come on in, the goo is fine!
On a more normal note; I can drive on the road! (it's one my new super powers, driving, understanding things, and being a size 12) luckily I still have my deep cynicism and inherent mistrust of “good times” to keep me anchored, otherwise I’m so full of helium I might just fly out of the atmosphere.
*said like Hammer time; and Stop! Its quote time!
When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?"
- Sydney J. Harris


I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
- Diane Ackerman
I guess it’s just been a few months of a lot of activity that’s gotten me all ponderful.
I’m suddenly regretting the fact that I have to sleep to function. As it is 2am (hardcore! ROFLWSMTT... rolling on the floor laughing while still managing to type) I had best do that most monotonous of activities.
It’ll all work out.
(Does anyone know how to get toxic waste out of silk?)