[self portrait w/ bullshit, courtesy of the twilight zone, my life is suing me for all i've got]
this is the calm before the swarm. there's good news & there's bad news, a bad bruise on the apple of your eye, a rotten tomato thrown at all-the-world's [a] stage[d] & did i mention they might be sending me to anger managment classes? i assume this warrants an explanation, since well can't search without a warrant have to be triple-paranoid about cars parked across the street because not only do they know where i live but they've got my DNA! can't stop laughing? that would imply WANTING TO. is it my fault that this is all some cosmic joke where the punch line unerringly makes it to your face every time? don't shoot the messenger. it's been done. we make mistakes so you don't have to, supposedly, but really we're just here to show you how it's done. the entire story belongs in a book, let's see if i can keep my mouth shut long enough to write it.
prolonged disappearances are only convincing for so long & so long farewell goodbye dance sing kill-self-via-elaborate-series-of-explosions you know i think in shorthand, right? the globe rotates too fucking slowly. don't look at me like it's my fault, even though it is, denial is the new black & black is a slimming color. don't want to look fat for the cameras do we. being as they're, you know, EVERYWHERE. time was of the essence, til we killed it. alas poor yorick, we knew him. well? who didn't. that fucker was CONNECTED. don't be surprised i can read your mind, it's a board-book jungle in there.
saw someone smoking crack in a payphone yesterday, i suppose it's a tea party for the modern age. he then went on to blow up a garbage truck, & it sounded like meteor smashing popeshaped pavement to me but the absence of a crater is highly disappointing. reality playing tricks on me like it's going out of style, but i hope it never does, because "that was embarrassing!" --what? "my life!" gets old. ancient. lost teeth, moldy pages, the works. wrinkles you could disappear in for DAYS. the other shoe dropped a long time ago, who were you expecting, imelda marcos? let's check our watches because it looks better than checking for wires, the beauty IS the beast looks like the joke's on you, better take it off before your skin starts dissolving