Mariachis (buddyboy thinks) circle my
head like when cartoon characters are beaned stunned and stars and moons and
nonsensical symbols turn orbit round their heads eyelids fluttering
Theyre not and hes not a cartoon
characteralthough hed concede being a character
No man mariachis don orbit
Your nin . .
. . Theyre more
than nine
Just because its my favourite don limit
me us
theyre teeming
What then?
Whathen
Good question
Theyre significant facets
And where are you in this magical place
called your head?
To be accurate where I am is a guess
A guess.
Obviously Somewhere
Where Accuracy Pushes comes to shove
Im somewhat a probability I hold hands an skip with Heisenberg
I know youre familiar
I am somewhat tha quantum particle electron behaving like spread-out waves rather than
tiny solid spheres
What the hell are you talking about?
Nonlinear Obscure A presenting obtuseness honed maybe to a point
Or maybe like pencil shavings graphite
mites granular assisting
how I thinkhow I imagine
I imagine
You imagine?
Guess
Ive no idea how I work
Occurs
to me an I share
Ya
think I want all this shit on my plate
I aint greedy
Sunday
afternoon, 11 10. 26
1052, Tuesday,
13 10. 26
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