My night shift sisters
await your nightly visitor
they don't bother me
no they don't bother me .
The preceding nights and days have consumed of decadence and commencement in diversion.
crystal and i colored a master piece of land before time dinosaurs, backboned fish, and whales, strutted around town, hid under the restaurant booth because of a prolonged ensuer. intaking minimal amounts of alcohol, enough to crawl and disperse my body upside down on the gravel. The ability to perceive the world from a different position, perspective, stance deemed my vision. we all took our turns peeing in a bush . our accomplices set in motion, a "wagon " looking device (made of wheels,a board and a crutch for a handle) for my temporary one legged friend . i, the captain was incharge of the journey, across the lawn, passing the trees, a lady with a flashlight the size of a fucking watermelon standing across the way yelled some words and insisted on following us with her fucking light until we ran far away. played a rounds of roulette,. i was a observor of a homeless man leaning his bike against the neighbors garage, the bike suddenly collaspsing to the floor and hearing incomprehendible noises uttered. and then him growling like a beast "ohhoh shit mother fucker" repeatedly. hah
i have sewage in my brain