Fresh plastic on the rack

I think my engorged brain is on the verge of exploding inside my fluorescent skull. Can you relate? This really is a new way of looking at the world. It’s not always easy swimming upstream of consciousness. Am I the only one so enticed by this fruit and these black doves? There are black doves everywhere I look. Someone needs to start playing a synthesizer fast or I’m going to have a heart attack (especially after I go see the local taxidermist). Where are all the unborn children of the world? How long should I hold this pistol to my face? I’m going to order it down on its nice broken knees and I’m going to play all four versions simultaneously just as I was instructed. 

Sitting in the dark he began to contemplate all the strange lightning that’s been passing through his room at night. Balls of light keep invading. It is horrifying to wake up in the middle of the night and see unfamiliar silhouettes in the room. Naked beings are the scariest of all. Open doors where you see part of the room and mirrors are also scary. And the strange voices that start to talk when it is dark outside. It was pulled so tight over my face and it felt so good and I realized how terrible I am the second it ended. Gentile mutilation doesn’t quite provoke the same intense intestinal response as genital mutilation. 

I think I’ve had my fill of tax collectors for the year. Is everyone incestuous these days? Birds fly by the window and sometimes blood rains down and spatters against the glass. I never go outside during those moments unless I am wearing black gloves. 

She was quite angelic as she descended the stairs, saying everything; so many beautiful little squares drawn tight around sinful flesh. Why have I let myself be so disgraceful to you? It might be difficult to thread the needle but he has a bottle of the finest imported calcium supplements which should be able to assist in the matter. Did I ever tell you the one about the man in the yellow coat who stayed standing even after his cranium was surreptitiously broken into? There were little purple pieces of cotton all over my body when I woke up but I couldn’t figure out why. Finally, it hit me: I saw a whole group of strangers the night before. They were walking in the middle of the road and were unusually tall. Please don’t wear a rabbit mask in my presence. 

All of a sudden a sweet and nurturing happiness flows through the veins. You could have been a great plumber, just like I was. Should I rip my tongue out now or wait until later? There might be a chance for gambling in just a bit once all this distortion clears up; such an innocent child, who could imagine the type of monster that would eventually result? Thousands of receipts were stuffed into the curator and I casually mentioned it might be time to buy a new duck. How did we ever get by in that dress? Were you incredulous the night she begged for wind chimes? Everything started spinning the second the sun came out. All this braggadocio makes me vomit into my freshly chilled beer mug. Oh please tell me why any of this exists, there has to be some explanation. I suddenly feel so weak.

Clickity-clack and then you lose and you have to kiss a cat. This place is really going down the drain, isn’t it? He saw their white signs and knew the only sane thing to do would be to break them over their ugly heads and then treat them all to cheeseburgers down at the local diseased-filled YMCA. There was raw carnage inside their eyes. They are lilies and supporters of evil and I am very very afraid of what may be happening here. At the same time I must admit that bottled scent he was sporting down at the bowling alley was tempestuous and inviting in all the best possible ways. 

Keys ringing inside the moist toys and all I can think to say is oh please why am I? Hot tears run down my face and I am so scared and she is terrifying and flesh on flesh again and noises and tactile things and I am running away screaming but someone is sticking things inside my disgusting body and all I can see is fires up ahead. 

No one ever says it’s wrong anymore because they have stopped being real forever. What does Blue Bat Rivera have to say about any of this? I suspect Blue Bat doesn’t care. I don’t think happiness is a thing or is it? In that moment I can safely say I wanted nothing more than for her to squash me like a bug. All these sad little men running around in circles. Wow, we are all arrogant pieces of shit, aren’t we? 

Letters were cascading down right in front of him but he was still helpless to stop this psychosexual robbery. Psychosexual inside the inanimate objects that only long for creators to will new colors to life as the sun finally sets on the cursed day which began only eleven hours after the first bombs were launched. Don’t be a fantasist while there’s still so much sewing to be done. I think I’m gonna have to move to a crater inside the furthest reaches of her mind before the clock strikes two. Otherwise they’re going to discover all the missing silverware and promptly put the blame on the well-dressed bear, yes, that’s the one, yes, the one with the red bow tie. 

Surprises inside the box, am I right? Once you have pretended you can create just as good it is impossible to put things back the way they were. Now there is only abomination in our hands. I am always the uglier one, don’t worry. Just give me the chance to say that I’m sorry. I’m an addict of the way things never fall into place. These missing pieces keep me up at night. Codes and patterns are my thing. Charlatans are always showing up and challenging me to a waltz-off and in my vanity I acquiesce and I lose every time but I can laugh and they slap me on the buttocks and everything feels right again. There are so many hidden things and I hope she never finds out what he really meant when he said, “No no, you better take it to the cleaners before a true martial arts master turns up to remind us how we used to sing back when fish walked on land for the first time.” I’ll never forget the dying claps and jeers of the noble woodland
gazelle on that fateful night where I lost a lot more than just my virginity. Cotton candy and metal sculptures indeed. You can’t fool me even when you tell me you love me. 

Fuck it. What else can I say? I like the fucking rapping at the end. It reminds me of all those lovely bitter Christmasses from so many years ago. What an evil woman and her disgusting hatred painted ugly pictures inside my head all the time.