That old recording goes round: “Are you recording me?”
I have some of your hairs if you would like them at any point. They are in cold storage. Remember, I am your contact for old hairs.
I smashed the hanging light bulb again with someone’s head.
I thought I had firebombed the pub. It needed the cleaning that only fire can deliver. But I was inside it. And it turned out I wasn’t on fire. I admit to that now.
Animals are fucking with children that much is for sure. “Are you recording me?” Did you hear me about the animals and the children?
I tore my tigers off and stood in front of the wall. God, it’s been a long time since I licked you.
I’m going to go a long way east. East? Isn’t space curvy? Curvilinear?
Was I recording you? That’s not for sure, not for certain, though not to be discounted. I do keep a library of mysterious recordings. But it’s hard to say what they are. They are mysterious.
Could I strive for a better state now, by heading east? Or will we extrapolate this ultrastupidity out forever?
I smash my head into a wall while walking around.
Unseasonal folly corrupts my part of town. There is folly down on the street. Oh, by “you” you meant me. Well. Well, Well. Throw that one into the never well.
I spend a lot of time on the ground. It’s an honest place to be.
“Are you recording me?” “Are you recording me?” “Are you recording me?” It’s something representing everything that I’ve got.
And I’ll head east?
There’s a lot of blood on the carpet now, for reasons “unknown”. It’ll possibly have to be cleaned up. It’s better than carpet.
I still spend a lot of time considering displacement. The effect of moving bodies in and out of spaces. The measurement of the results.
There are claims around that I only deal in abstracts. Yet I can derive my grasp on reality from a generalized space which includes the axiom of self-existence – like, what the hell do you mean??
Oh, and that recording incident that I keep referring to, I made that up. I’d like to think I could make such a thing. Up.
Black roads baby. Black roads. Saunter as dangerously as you like.