Nervous circuity sending signals, misfiring synapses, tore a glance at the girl in a box, dented her complexion……….bitch. Land mass shifting mindless paradigms…..I’ll see your loss, and raise you fifty. Don’t be afraid. Lap it up, bath in the imperfection, waddle in my misfortune. The filth of my past is your key to happiness……click, click……. the stick of honey, pleasurable marmalade mess i’m in……….sweet,slowwwwwww like more-pheen. thick in the tounge, frothy bubble speak to the sound of playground laughter, do you remember the smell of the black top? do you remember what she wore that day? daydreaming in mollasses called Wednesday the 23 of 07.