| There are monkeys everywhere and theyre burning into my skull like Arabic puzzles draped in wood shavings. When i find my atlas we'll all have to and leave it to beaver because hes such a good little boy and noone knows why hes always so down on the floor wrestling for his eyes. But he'll grow up big and strong to be a fountain. And we'll swim for days on end wearing parasols through our skulls. Mine finds its way through the windpipe and dances in my stomach. You can watch him if you listen closely to his screams of narcileptic, frenetic, symbolistic, macho bullshit. But he'll just rip your clothes and steal your soul. So don't get too close if youre not sure if your ready like i am. Im ready for anything you throw at me and when i miss and it hits me in the face i'll just let it stew till it burns like fire. |