Story Time

You don’t memorize. Don’t light up on you sometimes. Out of
sequence. Nothing you’d want to retrace - not a thing like a Naked
Lunch. You’ve got to rehab swallow speech – it’s the lust I’ll tell
you what. Stroke the trauma. Your eyes are major skies with a
pathway to gorgeous. Your eyes are major skies with a minor chord
inside. Harpsichord badass, you have never lost a thing. Fight.
Turn your heels into ash. “Why can’t sorrow be cherished?” I said
to no one at all. I’d follow it all if I couldn’t… Would not you?
Don’t pretend, don’t you dare pretend. “Don’t pretend that there’s
no method to smoking a cigarette.”  I thought to myself
as I watched someone smoke out of a window. Yeah, I think there’s a
method to smoking a cigarette. Ask someone. I plan to question all.
Now I’ve only been to the madhouse once or twice maybe a few times
and each time I went I interviewed som