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Stream of Consciousness

Hello sir may I interest you in my psychoanalysis I have all kinds of new flavors that’ll DRIVE YOU FUCKING CRAZY up the wall along the roof in the yard which needs to be mowed so maybe your chompity teeth can do the job while the sink drip drip drippy drip dripp drippy dripping all night long keeps me up hold your mouth open around it and get your thirst quenched for that whole time so I don’t have to listen to it pat pat pitter patting against the walls of my brain because I don’t like HEADACHes they don’t feel good along my cranium so take the pressure off of me while I sit you down and peer into you and decide hmm this doesn’t look too good I’ll fix this for you and leave you FUCKED out of your mind for hours on end while your eyes drool over the tv and your mouth cries for all the sadness you can see developing in the streets of downtown where you see houseless people who only need a dollar or two because the bus is coming the bus is coming I NEED TO CATCH THE FUCKING BUS PLEASE SIR ONLY A DOLLAR I ONLY NEED A DOLLAR ONLY FIFTY CENTS MORE but everyone walks down on towards the wharf where they spend spend spend and you crrrrrrrrry all night long over all the money scrawling itself over your hands every day and you wish it could fall into those hands those hands who are ever so needing after their house was foreclosed upon and you pray to God no you don’t do that anymore after you questioned it for so long after all you must have questioned for some reason so you run out of people to find in the streets of military teeth pouring out of your shoes onto your placemat outside of your illegal air mattress and the wind is SCREAMING and you sort of miss 100 100 100 100 100000000000000000 degrees of desert valley because it’s fucking SUMMER and you are COLD some nights and those nights you keep trying to find a once present neighbor who smelled like Caddy would have if you knew her but the cold bright fence isn’t in your hands but you stumble towards it trying to find it to find it would be GLORIOUS and you stumble upon the laughing stones on the roof hoping giants catch you when you fall off for the umpteenth time because you’re still trying to find someone to be nervous next to as hands linger there as well as card playing when it felt as if you were doing something in which you weren’t sure of what that feeling was even though the glisten and the shimmer now tell you but you haven’t seen that in WEEEEEEEEEEEEEKS now so what are you supposed to do in the meantime while August is going to bring stresssssss but you want THAT FUCKING FLAVOR THAT FLAVOR IS THE ONE I CAN PROMISE YOU and you let it sliver on your tongue ONWARDS TO THE THROAT! is shouted and shouted and shouted but alas! we were only ever young.

• 22 June 2012
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