Cant sleep......
Ha! I'll write you a letter, not in the romantic ink pen and paper by candelight fashion, but the new version, the updated "plop down in the subrbs in a neo victorian style mc mansion, buy a dog and get the kids a tv, jack off to porn in the middle of the night immersed in pale green computer light, cause your wifes too fucked up on painkillers and your starting to have illicet fantasies about yoour fifteen year old daughter due to a morbid life of pent up sexual aggression and always listening to people when they tell you what to do, really, don't judge- he's not a bad guy- it could be you or you or you....blah, blah, blah, doom, dee, doo, doo, dooooo....." Don't worry, this way can be romantic tooooooo!!!!, for a very low cost of 9.99 an hr, plus interest, no really- don't bother reading the fine print, I know your busy, I know your really tired, just make yourslf a cocktail and put your feet on a cushion- oh yes, darling, you deserve it. Meanwhile I'll just spell it out for you, with a song, and a smile, a sexy look some brand new tile, oh yea that car get's plenty of gallons for the mile, cause you know the kids gotta go to college, oh yes sir- those little rascals better go to college cause look how far it got you!!!!!! Dooo, deee, dooo, doo, dooo!!!!

What to do. What. To. Do??? Put on a sexy nightie and walk around the house, look in the mirror too much, ignore the pack of ciggarettes in the cubard, open the refridgerator and close it, listen to the same song on repeat, cook some meat, worry about my health- look up "menegitis" on the internet....hmmm...no apparent symtoms, oh no! what's this "spinal diffenribulosis"????? I spend an hour molesting my back (in a very akward position that ironically results in a kink in my neck), and due to this in depth analysis I become certain that I can feel little bumps, each about as big as a pea all the way up my supposedly healthy spine. They will swell and burst, and in less than a year I will be a paraplegic wheeling around pacific drooling on myslef and asking for change. I don't even want to think about what kinds of weirdos are gonna try to get in my pants then. And all the sympathetic looks from middle aged women, the ones who stare at every girl who walks down the street with a look of deep anxiety and concentration due to the perplexing process of comparison in which they are engaged, not sure if they want to fuck you, or kill you and steal your skin- wear it like a body suit, alas- too ripe, the fruit. Get over it lady, this is life, welcome to gravity, shit happens.... Well, I better get on top of this living thing then, if your not living your dying right? Right. I Stand up. Coffee spills on the floor. Why am I drinking coffee at this hour? It becomes clear that there is no sane amswer to this question. Clean it up with the towel of some boy who was sleeping in my bed a few weeks ago. Where he is now, I sure don't know. I remember the days when I was the one always watching someone go, now it's all for show- just a little soul food, my own version of wonder grow. Do I mean that? Well I can honestly say .......yes and no. That's probably the answer to most quetions you could ask me at this point. Fucking binaries. I am the grey center of the universe. Haa, haaa, haaaaaaa......welcome to chaos!!!!!!!!!! Can I get you any tea? Crumpets? Dinosaur? Child from Zimbabwe? 18th century poet who died from the plague before he could publish any of his work, but is known among those who are certified enough to know such things to have been the greastest literary genius of all time? No? Not today? Well, just relax and enjoy the ride then, or if you can't at least do us all a favor and pretend. No one likes a poor sport.