Jan 19, 2006 13:53
No matter where you turn. The best of all possible worlds. Haypenny chicken dead on the plate throw it away. When you have a minnit. At your nearest convenience. Dead on your feet. Earning your keep. You've earned it. Take a rest. String us along. Get what you can. Get what you can't. Get all of it.
Knotting the tie. Setting the jaw. Gritting the teeth. Sipping the joe. Dressing the part. Playing for keeps. Making the grade. Living it up.
Mum's the word. Take it like a man. You can't kill anybody twice. A big hand for the lucky winners. Moderna.
I took the bait hook line sinker but it can't last it can only go on forever. Love is nothing to me. Maybe it's not actually all that bad after all. I can take it. I can take anything.
I cannot tell a lie, or the future, or you what you want to hear, or whether I'm coming or going. It's pretty so who cares? Not me. Cigarette burns in the carpet. Flowers for Algernon. Circling sharks pick up the bloodtrail. An Eichmann Christmas.
Hugging the walls. If I close my eyes, they can't see me. I can't eat in front of strangers. I'm not me, I'm who you think I am. I think.
Buried alive up to my neck here come the ants last one in is a broken tree limb. Tell me straight doc what are my chances. Be careful baby. The big splash the hard crash. Nobody going broke underestimating the public's intelligence
Omelets and caviar. Blondes wrapped in bedsheets. Swallow us whole
A hole in the ground, the wall, the head, the world, one. Heroes drinking milk and fighting the good fight. Homicidal clowns. I killed my father with a meathook, a chainsaw, a lead pipe in the ballroom, one well-timed comment. Trademarks and trailerhomes. Tracing over the greats in thick black childish lines.
They're in the walls tapping tap tapping in the ceiling shuffling rattling chains/sabers/machinegunfire. We regret to inform you in answer to your request. Pull the rope. Worse than a goddamm dog. Don't be so stupid. Now your time has come. It's out of my control. I don't make the rules around here. Calling shots. Blown to bits. An idea whose time has come
She walks out. She turns her back. Who's that out on the front porch?