pensee
Deepressed
losing my mind
sucking on Latuda tabs
take it at night to help me sleep
Latuda latitude
2324, Twosday,
18 10. 22
1526,
Saturday, 22 10. 22
he really disliked the contrived
artworkthe portraitures evoked
22.10.22
a homeless man under the viaduct yelled Wha’s that smell,
wha’s that smell? as he walked below him on the birdshitspattered
sidewalk
homeless had situated himself on a concrete shelf highup near the steel palegreen
painted undergirding
he heard a reply but didnt see who spoke Insecticide bugs up here.
That’s insecticide?
Huhhah.
It smells amazing.
Do have a pleasant smell.
Mind sharing?
You got bugs?
Not yet . . but we’re slumming in close proximity.
You insinuating something? a slight violence in his voice
No not at all, nothing personal . . crawly bugs.
They do yah they do. he heard him moveshift then saw some part of
him he was cocooned in a crummy soiled
sleeping bag Ya give it back?
I will.
You got bugs?
No . . but smells so goodthought I’d use as an
insecticide and an underarm deodorant.
Underarm deodorant?
Yeah.
Aw man that is fuckin brilliant.
he wagged his headkept walking
Wow he thought wont ever whine again about my circumstances
1627, Twosday,
18 10. 22
1446, Saturday,
22 10. 22
on occasionrare occasion his mind
skipswandersreturns to 2017 he has a long
memory infamous Charlottesville the tiki torchesthe braying White Nationalists
Neo-Nazis racists he recalls the imbecilic
frosting on the cake Former “. . . you
also had people that were very fine people, on both sides . . .”
Former had nothing on Beavis and
Butthead Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XchwE9zVdnw
his mind wanders
at the time he
thought someone there should have had his thought toss pretty coloured gasoline-filled balloons
on the tiki goons
made him chuckle sardonically as it went
off in his eyesreminding him of the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz Here Scarecrow, you wanna play
ball? The Wicked Witch
tosses a fireball at himScarecrows frenetic stationary horsegallop as the Tinman
falls on the ground to smother the flames
he could imaginecould see all
those Gittyup! hoppintrottingallopin white supremacists Jews
will not replace us! while
they do a fabulous impersonation of replacing them
You know thas a little sick doncha whispered an inner Mariachi
Guillermo ya don have to whisper I like to think it a kind of parity a little dose of Sick for the Sick
1627, Twosday,
18 10. 22
1135, Saturday,
22 10. 22
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