me screaming

 

Wake up someday we will be walking around with wires coming out of our heads and no one will notice a thing. Wake up. boats leave the harbor everyday, i may be on one of them soon. my mother is at home watching television, the empty part of my head sings a song about sugar frosted flakes.

 

bounce with me little children. I cannot continue with this.

 

wake up. streaming light is love. i love certain things, dashes of salt, heavy on the pepper. my brother is a thing with a tongue coming out of his head making more money than a cash register in heaven. he has  a beautiful seven story house with a garden for every occasion and a swimming pool. me, i continue to argue with the skinny guy at beverage mart. he looks like meth and sugar pops and he hates the wheels of the world.

 

wake up and find the mail plunked down under the door  slot. i have been out of town, out of my head, trying to pin the tail on the beliefs i have about ex wives, two of those, and countless girlfriends. it all holds me back you see.

 

my house is upstairs. it isnt really a house, but is commonly refered to as a walkup or a slum hole. i just got really angry, over what? well stick around, i have plans. oh not the kind of plans they put on youtube, but different other kind of plans.

 

to get even. to bare the souls of not just my fat overweiight gut, but the souls of my better halves, all of them. every single one of them. I am bursting with need, consider with me. stay with me now. goodbye,, be right back.

 

Wake up!