i sit down……………….

thinking…..
if i can
mymindis racinglikeagoddamngreyhoundonkentuckyderbyday!!!
(do they race grey hounds?)
my left arm hangs perched like a lamp post on a damp humid night, with mosquitos dangling like bait to fool in the sweatmongers.

“Why do you do this to yourself?,” she asked.

“I dunno, it’s just…the circumstances…the situations….the mood…I am but a passenger…,” I retorted.

“You are a regular here, right?”

“Nah, more like ’super-size’…”

so i stood up on the table, ordered everyone to pick up their glasses and smash ‘em onto their foreheads and make a wish! But they just stared blankly at me, like kids denied candy,,,,,,,,,,,forget about ‘em…

My head spun like a wired-up cotton candy dispenser, my hair too….no less sweeter than a bowl of sugar, fine grain, melted into syrup and poured all over her naked, willing body…ouch…

Maybe…I dunno…………

I sat on a curb once and wondered about the futility of living….a friend had contemplated/threatened/teased…I wonder if it is viable…it is….is it?

Talkin with a friend in distance…..rekindling mad days/nights, totally unlike those average people. No, I am not proud….karma will catch up, I will receive.
“They don’t care about it, man!!”

Crayzeyfella…..

end | thunder aka guruh 2005

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