Leaving her house I wanted to shower in Listerine. The smell of her carpet followed me through a parking lot full of people in their cars praying for second interviews. A beached whale stuffed with cheap potpourri, That's what her carpet smelled like, I imagine. Life is episodes. Some are just as underwhelming as a bran muffin on a white plate. My thoughts on the bus went: Are my meds safe to take too many? I wanna take a paintball gun through the Louvre. Why creamed corn? Noone gives Indian burns anymore, are they politically incorrect? We all measure our lives by other lives. We all measure our lives by other lives....... We will all become the shadow of someone we can no longer be.... A silhouette in a dream chasing transparency without any sincerity.... In this dream, I try to imagine that this world holds any shape other than reverie. Russian dolls, we are All Worlds within W O R L D S My dreams are the gossip in a world of ghosts.
