2001-10-10 - 3:59 PM
Thoughts coagulating in a blender, mixing up until nothing is recignizable as mine anymore.
Pulsing black energy flower. Albino freckle negatives propelled by some drifting airborne ability.
Reality is melting like an ice cream sandwhich underneathe a really fat man.
Things have gotten weird. Things have detached and become their own, not mine anymore, if they ever were. Turpintine soaked rags, gasoline and fire.
Coloring crayons melting in the sun, boiling goo, hardens, becoming the same as it always was but different, shaped flat and distorted, and they don't fit in the box anymore.