stripped fat lip

you have 5 mintues to find me otherwise i'm gone. home. gone fishing on the moon to buy puprple sequenced shoes... to dance with the indians, those with turbans. looking for dust storms looking for vodka, for pink pink lips. where is the holy moly where did he go i miss his friendship. we no longer speak but one day when i am dressed in black we will meet. my black eyes will cover me--he will wonder what mysterious one i am, think we have meant before. i will lie. i will tell him i am anna and ask if he has ever left a friendship and why. i will hear the saga and tell him -- how sad i think it is and how i think he was wrong.

i am wondering where my martian when. i have 15 minutes left. until the lights go out. the apple leaves the world. someone took a bite and now it is decomposing. a lil worm is eating it away. the man with the stripes is looking for someone. he is looking for a wrong thing--a wrong one. he must stop. if i could short cicuit the the phone. if only if only i were invisible --the invisible kanga--rooo-rooo. row-row row- the boat down the river and into the clouds look for the smoky bar. the next person that walks in the room (besides the stripped one i will tell their fortune. the truth. i will some them up--come on now lil one walk on through, walk the plank, drown -- it's okay to die--you can get influence) everyone is leaving and no one is coming. where are the comers. the new comers. they are dead, they are gone. one walks by nearly touches the door. here he comes -- strong arms, he is about to get...

into a fight tonight. his lip will bleed and a girl will bring him ice (she will ask to suck his blood -- she is a vampire) . he falls asleep and wakes up in a park. on the playground under the swings-- he has 11 minutes to get to work. to cover his black eye and wonder why his lip was bleeding.