...and suddenly, there is a fleeting moment of silence. then BOOM! doors opening then- a knock on the metal cell wall. it was her mother...

simple concocted raw fiction makes life more livable. i think.

nothing makes sense to me today, so break it down! not wanting to see anyone, maybe i will hide in my shadow made of stolen silverware and hair and plastic piano keys. i'm full of money, darling- and photos! it's a rainy day and time for a drink, merely 9:00 a.m.; i feel the vomit that will push it's way through my mouth and out these precious intoxicating lips and into a basin or onto the bed or into a lover's mouth. oh how i wish for the latter.

maybe there will be surprises in store for my friends who aren't in class today. the ones from syracuse. i will take ted out to lunch... yeah.

alright. i've got my plan.

yes, i am back in love with the idea of being surreal and outlandish and never ever there. thank you.