logical gibberish

Prick your finger, make a thick smear, put a load of crap on and watch as it clots into a thick goop. WATCH; watch like your life depends on gaping at its crimson coldness.

Something that was a part of you a minute ago, something that you were a part of a minute ago, warm liquid, liquidly warm. Turn it into some freakin specimen. WAIT, wait for its abstractness to surface. Stick your eyeball deep within and find what she says you are supposed to find, THE RABO NACLOCOBOCO ACO. Same shit everyday.

Rains outside, fuckin rains outside, falls onto his abandoned torso. Diamonds on his belly pot. Two feet five inches of nascent glee. His pretend mate, all shy and hazy. Eyes pretending to empathize with my soar finger, his grin mocking the orphaned dab of my red smear.

“Dude, this is some bullshit, I aint slittin myself, looks like ure already cut, squeeze some of it here wont you”. Sure, with pleasure you spectacled assface. Here take a drip, take it all, hell shove the whole god damned thing up you ass, I don’t care.

I don’t care until the little bum splashing outside disappears. Why cant he just go, go where everything else went. Place called ‘AWAY….’. Heard about it a couple of days ago. Heard about it a lot lately, somewhere far off. Across the dingy marketplace, through some poets forgotten palace with the makeshift P.C.O booth. A u-turn from the red light, to the left, maybe the right.

Clear up; make it fast and clear it all up. Break the needle, wash it off. WASH; wash until every part of its blend dissolved. All wiped off.

OFF AND AWAY.