what are you doing?

giving you all my shooting stars

Went to the pier today...thats as close as I can get.

The slouching of broad shouldered women. Heavy with cain, heavy with the limp of the ascetic.Slack jawed and heavily sedated. Open mouthed and staring at blank walls/my face. The SS guard comes by and taps this woman on the shoulder. Her face opens up in terror, from the dream of her father, her inability to cope with his loss, the eventual stuttering and hiccuping, her slow, southern nature and her eyes like small office plants.
Across the room a woman-man as a woman as a man-woman sings the gospel:
"I looovvvehhaaaahhh Jeeeiizzzzzusss..."
(high moans of ecstasy that reverberate to the opposite side of the room)
The bunk with a woman-man on the other side of the room follows momentarily with:
"aahhhaaaaaannnndduh heeee looooaves me."
The high pitched squealing of pigs, goats and small aquatic creatures rise up at me in the night. I smile and grunt in my sleep, roll over and stretch.
A small woman and her medium sized black labrador sleep across the way from me. Her stretch marks read like a map of pain. S

I want to talk to those that failed at being human, those who cannot resist the destructive impulse, those who are not good enough to make any impact on this world, the lazy, the inconsiderate, the ignorant, the hypocritical, those on the point of death, those who desire to touch what they can never experience, all the sad, pitiful, hopeless, luckless people who somehow seem to exist.

sometimes my stomach says hello, sometimes it says goodbye
whether it be snake or swan

Side-splitting. Humourussssss? A little. Need a neck brace? Why yes, I do in fact need a support system.  


I howled with him at the end.