I am one saucer-eyed motherfucker.
three nights ago at the ramp house, Malichi takes one look at me and immediately begins to express his feelings of disappointment, sadness.
two nights ago, I ate pizza with toppings on it for the first time in my life, did parachutes, and watched this movie starring Jack Nicholson as the DEVIL!
last night the cops came with red tags to break up the party at Ryan’s and later, at miss Diana’s. I hopped the fence and split both times, my pupils like huge black beetles, dragging themselves across the floor. shit, I was higher than a satellite, than a constellation. the north star. the big fucking dipper.
tonight my throat hurts so bad that I am about ready to operate on it. I haven’t gotten any sleep in four days, not a wink. Malichi was scolding me, drunk in public and spilling ice-water all over the table. I told him, that I felt sorry like a tidal wave.
what I'm saying is, tidal waves can feel sorry, but that doesn’t mean they have any control over how tragically, furiously, they hit land.
two nights ago, I ate pizza with toppings on it for the first time in my life, did parachutes, and watched this movie starring Jack Nicholson as the DEVIL!
last night the cops came with red tags to break up the party at Ryan’s and later, at miss Diana’s. I hopped the fence and split both times, my pupils like huge black beetles, dragging themselves across the floor. shit, I was higher than a satellite, than a constellation. the north star. the big fucking dipper.
tonight my throat hurts so bad that I am about ready to operate on it. I haven’t gotten any sleep in four days, not a wink. Malichi was scolding me, drunk in public and spilling ice-water all over the table. I told him, that I felt sorry like a tidal wave.
what I'm saying is, tidal waves can feel sorry, but that doesn’t mean they have any control over how tragically, furiously, they hit land.