I may have raw talent but my enthusiasm is cooked.

a doppler effect on my stream of consciousness has succumbed to disbelief. Willingly dropping my psychosis for a moment, I have no memory of this place; he died with a falafel in his hand, the same place #48th times before. get high get some more food in my belly, everything is re-hash tagged, a link into someone els preface for a novella. a conundrum of insignificance bewildered disbelief. are we not so glad for spell check, our electronic scriptures would be riddled with mortar holes refilled the tarmac with mortar and tar.

fuck it.