thunderstruck. nightmare at 4 o clock. saying look im gonna
die, gonna be dead. gonna go off the earth. world gonna go
without me. someone gonna fill the space I filled. someone
is gonna dance on the floor I used to rock and roll to. rock
n roll slow to. someone will fill my slot. put the i under
my dot. get off on my rocks. gotta take a leak gotta take
a shit. no i cant get up i got a cramp and god its hot after
a rainstorm when you wake alone at 4 am then it's 4:10. you
know when, pacing linoleum. when the tiles on the floor fill
like highway 61. motorcycle sunglasses, mexican whoreglass.
correo gereo my darling. coldeye cleat boot. now look how
well im hung. watch me snort a crystal ball. ooga mooga
mirror iceskate. me surrealist beatnik:
i sport my shades/ i dig bob dylan/ I like food/ thats not
to filling/ the bible/ is too heavy for me.
end of theme song in heading for a fall. im a fall guy im
a fall gown. im a fallen arm im a fallen elm. timber ta yoga.
little brown boys chant chant: baby your so beautiful but
you got to die someday. oh no is it really possible rainstorm?
am i really gonna die. everything fades/ evaporates like genii.
already the first word thunderstruck in gone. dead. how can
I keep WORDS moving insect? Quick! ill record everything. its
dark no im wrong its dawn i have my shades on. its cool its
ok theyre prescription. keep the light dart lame arrow out.
so i get the moment get the movement. spread it all out.
full house mayonaise. record payer on. dylan sings queen jane.
the words x bandana and complain. oops record skips. good i
heard that song enough keep moving. was that a throw of the
dice? no baby its sugar teeth crumbling. spit them out everyone
of them. got on controll headache just keep on pushing ecedrin.
jumpy bean queen see me slug another quart of coffee. blood
count maybe 2/3. me go to lab get coffee count. nurse says ummm
your xx right java head. open my lips to kiss the flavor bursts
like chicary. oh dont turn away honey. a bud is not a false
flower. ya gotta give it time time. gotta beat time. gotta
kiss cowardice. oh correction: howard ice. hes the real cream
bomb in my life. ice is nice and hes cold exposed crystal
pill pill. beter to slip that speed in better to keep time
within. better to record the speech of phantoms.
jim morrison. our leather lamb. how we betrayed him. turned
our back on him. this is the end our beautiful friend. no wait
I had a dream Mr. King. jim morrison is alive and racing with
time. he who hesitates is fates. he sits erect. typing tran
latingx his final stolen sensations into language. into the
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happy belated birthday tony
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