Bull in the Heather
1) I met a girl named Heather with red frizzy hair. She was yelling into a broken calculator with its circuit board hanging out that that theres no good New York pizza here. I introduced myself and got her name. After that i hitchhiked down highway 98 while she followed me and we arrived in Panama City right around nightfall. We got drunk on an empty beach with the last few bucks i had left in my pocket. We fucked.
2) I was walking last night down a street lined with palm trees and impressive looking two-story houses and there was a full moon out that made the street lights completley useless. A middle aged black man with a few days worth of beard growth walked out from behind a tree and pulled a gun on me so i got down on my knees with my arms pointing up at that full as hell moon and i bit my lip open as hard i could. I slowly and clearly yelled gibberish at the top of my lungs with perfect pronunciation, letting each syllable get aquainted with my tounge. When i brought my eyes down off of the moon my new mugger friend was gone and there was blood all over my shirt.
3) This morning i woke up on some beach where no one cared about homeless people getting drunk and passing out in the sand. While looking for breakfast i let myself think about not long ago when i was young and i was just as desperate as everyone around me but i never talked about it. I wanted to become a zen master so i could control my heart and breath rate so that if maybe i was good enough i could stop my heart completley. I wonder if that would be a painless death or not. I wanted to sew my lips shut so i would never have to talk and i would be this strong silent kid in the cornor who could never slipup and not be cool because of something stupid he said. i would be all appearance. Everyone was so godamn desperate back then and i'm glad i never talked about it. I'm glad i didn't play music in places where no one wants to hear music and get my hopes up like all those stupid fuckers around me. I just wasn't good enough with words.
This morning when i woke up before it was light out there were pains in my sides, so i have a doctor's appointment at around 10am although no doctor is aware of it.
2) I was walking last night down a street lined with palm trees and impressive looking two-story houses and there was a full moon out that made the street lights completley useless. A middle aged black man with a few days worth of beard growth walked out from behind a tree and pulled a gun on me so i got down on my knees with my arms pointing up at that full as hell moon and i bit my lip open as hard i could. I slowly and clearly yelled gibberish at the top of my lungs with perfect pronunciation, letting each syllable get aquainted with my tounge. When i brought my eyes down off of the moon my new mugger friend was gone and there was blood all over my shirt.
3) This morning i woke up on some beach where no one cared about homeless people getting drunk and passing out in the sand. While looking for breakfast i let myself think about not long ago when i was young and i was just as desperate as everyone around me but i never talked about it. I wanted to become a zen master so i could control my heart and breath rate so that if maybe i was good enough i could stop my heart completley. I wonder if that would be a painless death or not. I wanted to sew my lips shut so i would never have to talk and i would be this strong silent kid in the cornor who could never slipup and not be cool because of something stupid he said. i would be all appearance. Everyone was so godamn desperate back then and i'm glad i never talked about it. I'm glad i didn't play music in places where no one wants to hear music and get my hopes up like all those stupid fuckers around me. I just wasn't good enough with words.
This morning when i woke up before it was light out there were pains in my sides, so i have a doctor's appointment at around 10am although no doctor is aware of it.