the fat headed stranger, brought his sorry.. bought and sold , old ass.. braggin..draggin..bar wise...cool and blood thirsty, breathalizer furry. tward the walk a straight line...say the alphabet backwards stand on one foot..close your eyes,touch your nose, nightmare of his murder cloud thunder.... pull open the door, look at the blank empty faces of the houses on your street.. oh..look , the cat killed a bird..and left it on the stoop.. it peers up..one eye unblinking.. its broken beak slack...finnaly i have somthing to talk to. i look down and ask... "do i look fat in this"? a chocked and grumbeled howl.. jumps from the throats of all the heavy's..who plow thru the pages of the torn and yellowed news paper.. insite-ing themselfs to riot. a piece of a song i wrote for you falls... a plummiting brick, from a brownstone.. cracking my empty skull.. imploding,in eggshell grossness..in-jellied comprimize.. this is a fit....an epeleptic pogo.. shot thru..a cannonstick vision.. of airwave frenzy.... ~g~