Monday, September 12, 2011


i'm so far behind i can't see there from here.
ideas are clogging the neuro roadway, in a no passing zone.
i have blogs in the brain, backed up from here to next whenever.
the hamsters running between the synapses have collapsed, their little feet still twitching.
life has been like that.

so i give you this:

if you can listen to this and keep still, you're dead. i'll send flowers-dead ones, of course.