Pungent / tilted pulpy streets decreased in width and I haven’t seen a good-looking vibe all day. Repulsive / they appear to me as grotesque vomit figures. It is hard to convince myself that this is an illusion, that I am trapped within it. Scared / I have to admit that I am here in a world wheregrass can become snakes or lilies with teeth sinking into my feet and I am in a bright box in the madhouse cellar. Stagnant / how much longer can it last? Jesus Saves / the poster drips blood, spattering the terrain. Here / the lady on the bus is missing a leg and her friend is half-plastic. Why / is she staring at me? Where / is the exit? No/ the gun is not the exit. Neither is the knife. I’m not digging it at all, not at all. The sun is trying to trick me into meeting its gaze. It is so beautiful and I can’t resist its beauty. Turn around aand look at the moon. SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTSSPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS SPOTS. Some chick is telling me the spots are from the devil. The spots will not go away. The spots will not disappear. God / help me, cleanse me, take me away from here. Out / demons, out. God / I cant look at them, please. It is all too repulsive. I don’t want to see the sun I don’t want to see the moon. Our father / or THE SPOTS THE SPOTS or The Fire / it is squeezing my brain. Squeeze / I can’t stand it goddam it leave me alone I can’t stand it squeeZing goddam it HELP ME! There is an idiot on the corner. He is talking to me. He is talking to keep himself normal. There is an idiot on the corner. He is saying, “Praise be to God for he controls the Universe. Praise be to man for the man who brings the bread to the king is starving. Overthrow the king! Absolve him of his mask! Let each man be fed, protected, and treated equally no matter what his trade. Why should a man work a trade he abhors simply to eat better than hisneighbor who enjoys his job? LET EACH MAN PURSUE THE WORK OF HIS CHOICE WITHOUT DEPRIVAL OF HIS RIGHT TO FEAST! America, you are wasting everything, even your bandages. All your cartons of cold cream are being poured into a bottomless wound. America, swallow your pride and regurgitate the truth. You can’t bullshit the Milky Way.” There is an idiot on the corner.There is a nail in his foot and he is afraid to have it removed. If you can’t find the exit, then look for a new entrance. Don’t rupture yourself on the repetition. Oh, protogozalefruojaw this is it! No twist, no release. The universe no longer circulates through the ruins of myself.