thisisnot.us

So I’m walking down the street, right?

And this girl comes up to me

And she says she’s fucked up, right?

I say, “What?”

And she walks away.

So I’m sailing across the seas, you feelin’ me?

And this mermaid, she totally just jumps right onto the deck

And she says she’s missed me

And then she’s way the fuck over there, understand?

Like … WAY the fuck over there.

Then I’m sittin’ there … at the bar, you know …

And the bartender looks at me kinda funny

And she says, “Hey, you drinkin’ that?”

But then there was no more to drink, you know, people …

So I bounced.

You reach out to touch some one … but your hands are made of metal so they all run away.

Everybody’s kinda funny and all … yeah, now you funny too.

So there’s this sign that’s folded in the center, or something like that … and I’m walking down the street and this dude is following me talking about how much they’ve been yelling.  So I give him a light and continue on my merry way.  Rainy lilacs and a feint scent of leather permeate my being in the dim lighting of the blazing sun, and the creature crawls up and down my better half.  My companion is lured away by the will-o’-the-wisp.  Prudence has become primal.

Later that night there are dancing little sprites by a hearth in the cookie slicing hovel.  So merry, so merry, so merry are we.  I, the playa’, know just what’s goin’ ooonnnn, and that sprite is from the ghetto.  Supper becomes our dirty ground which we rat-tat-tat on with bells tied to our shoes, making the crops grow and the fires blaze deep within the eyes of our hearts … or was it the hearts of our eyes?  Perhaps both?

Consciousness lost, conscienceness lost, motion like three litres of high octane petrol in a bottle on a ship at sea with the music of the bayou nights creaking and chittering and chattering against the silence of the blaring “old school.”  I wish my girlfriend was hot like me.

Brothers, brothers, brothers … brotherhood at last.  Unbeknowest, lacking no doubt, brothers at last, though unbeknownt.