SHOULDNT TRY TO READ THIS [the robot is in my head again]
Put the box in the door, no not there. You're not there and if you're not here I can't be with you (because wherever i am is where here is you see). Only too true. You're too true. Truth is genius which is beauty & so on. Synchronized lubricated laminated haminated manivated halogen lamps. what you say? I saw what to you. You supermarket Dairy Queen monopoly on the ice cream scene, screaming gleam for the dream teen. While whatever you dream is in black or white & i write down the telephone number of the starts in my head (the head that holds the numbers & the numbers of the skies of the stars). Spill. Space satellite, random purgatory causes of sanctuary head-dress. I hold my head up as my jaw gets tight, delight to space tonight my dear. Deep. Another mood swing. & some old jeep from 1953, or maybe it was 1998. or maybe it was flipped over a wall on a street which meets at the feet of the church wall mall doll call the boy as he crawls through a broken Glass window. The greatest works of the greatest men come from the greatest death. & i'm still fighting with my head, my thoughts, hold and bought, like a foreign man in a foreign town in a place in my face & land, yet i dont quite understand (but i shouldn't - so its fine). It's nice, tonight, i suppose. So right. I feel so small, so small, like a wound ball of strings who can smell the scent of him from a mile away. Stay away. Stay away or say or play the piano with your fingers & toes. Pins & needles. He is he and he is I and I refer to him in the third person. It's a word & that's all i've said, i'm a chef & the mentality of chefs is to prepare the food as the writer prepares the word. I'm so plastic, rubber, fake, but in love with someone enough to sit as my own light radiates off the words i read, eat, breath, believe, leave me when i'm gone, alone and dead and never remembered with a boquet of flowers spelling my name in the rain, in the forest the chorus of echoes of boos & hissing because when i die, the party is over. Pelvic skull & a tolerance for drugs & alcohol. & I have not been what i was designed to become by the designer of the designs & the creator of the creations. Fashion faction vacuum darling, it's time to clean the window so I can see my filthy soul. I will paint a picture & i will paint myself in it, because paintings take too long not to put yourselves into them, in the fake world you create & the things you do never make you happy and life only gets harder as you grow older & try to find your way home on a bus that only goes the opposite direction of the way you want it.
so i decided to take a drink from a fountain & a knife from the night when i decided to learn to become the thing i fear most. comatose. coma toast, become a ghost. roller coaster like 6 flags (where we'll go as soon as we leave our schools) that coast on my soul. Turn the last screw & it will be loose & i'll construct you. Destruct you. Reconstruction you, like surgery plastic, fake, barbie, toy, doll, girl, sister, nun, priest, father, marriage, lover, husband, family, job, carrer, college, high school girl.
Ridiculous Anyway.
so i decided to take a drink from a fountain & a knife from the night when i decided to learn to become the thing i fear most. comatose. coma toast, become a ghost. roller coaster like 6 flags (where we'll go as soon as we leave our schools) that coast on my soul. Turn the last screw & it will be loose & i'll construct you. Destruct you. Reconstruction you, like surgery plastic, fake, barbie, toy, doll, girl, sister, nun, priest, father, marriage, lover, husband, family, job, carrer, college, high school girl.
Ridiculous Anyway.