my dream last night was just a bunch of meaningless words all jumbled together and then i realized that i was still awake from the day before it was weird i fell asleep awake and i baked you a cake i put it on your trampoline we went down to the river where the little fish were jumping for seven bugs an hour and the sun set on your souvenir and the curtain closed on my inner ear like a photograph flash in an empty bowling alley where the giant leaves hang down from the lights where the bats and snakes come right up to your eye where the rising flame spells your name in the sky. it was the worst kind of curse that made us do it, was the sound of the die going down with the dial turned to ten that got me through it. she left a piece of gum on the edge of the table, but i didnt chew it. and the trash hanging in the tree looks like a giant bird- its a drage but its alright. i'm so fucking tired of all you scumbags trying to make me toe the line, trying to make me play dead. when the tables turn its gonna fill your mind with guilt when it comes back around to you.