"chickenheads be clucking when big be bucking". mack 10 with the chrome handling. you know what i mean. i'm sitting here bugging out. no, not really, someone is saying this and i'm transcribing it. there are multiple layers of affects and things, things indescribable, girls hiking up their shorts, where am i? it's hard to tell, east coast overdose, girls trundling luggage through the library, reading kafka and joyce, who knew? but still the people are coming for me, coming to take away my library card and return me to the coffeeshop where i deserve and belong. you know? that's all, and that's the way it is. wish it was another way (the back of my hand). fantasies.