11:22:03 I was going to get up and pull my senses through the new armholes I cut out with scissors the night before, I made heat waves with these stylized t-shirts last year, We’ll just see about these new models, We’ll just wait and see about their success in these times of hysteria and melanoma.
11:25:53 I wake up to those south wall-leaning amps still pounding as if from neurologically, inside some kiddo taped the knob set on “fun-loving,” (some kid with a fun-loving hairdo), erstwhile
11:26:12 My hair is on vacation.
11:26:45 I am unpacked and disheveled in the motel corner, but plugged up ready to implode.
11:27:01 There is darkness in the bathroom, the shower in particular, there is a dank and fetid monument erected in the tub, and more gruesome of a detail, shameful, there is this man in the mirror who holds a grimace as if manically stapled across a
wind-beaten,
red-hot face,
a Picasso shell-shocked
mid-life cliché face.
11:30:53 I stand in the kaleidoscope of this image.
11:31:46 There is a lurch to the toilet.
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