Me and rattlesnake bake a cocaine cake. Now the pig is awake and he digs his head in. The pain in his brain was like an elephant jumping on your head because it fears the rain. That was a lot to be said, I kinda feel brain dead. Isn’t it insane when you see an elephant act like a chicken, in fact I think that elephant in particular was related. I think I might stick with her, sorry I meant the human because I think we might be fated, but, last time I said that the woman was gone like a blink. I’m a tap, bury my tears in the sink. I need to see a shrink. Shit, I forgot to feed the lion, he’s now likely dyin’. Hopefully he’s flyin’ in a better place. He’s possibly making people wetter, in their pants of course. Filled a cup o’ tea, o’ so full o’ glee, then I spilt it all over me, fuck my face is melting. I’m stuck in this rhyme and in time i’ll have a conversation with a mime. No, not any mime a gorilla, and we’ll go to a villa and fill-a poolside with broken stools from the bar. You know the bar, the one from a distance a far, five gold stars. Come on gorilla let’s dance like monkeys from Mars. Better yet on an open road blocking cars. Stocking up so much vehicles we need to unload. The rust prickles but tickles too. I’m going to steal a rich mans shoe, Gucci WOOHOO! I have to end this for a desperate poo. Wait? you’re still here? i’m in the loo. I hate when this happens. it dampens my soul to a whole. Don’t tell anyone but I may have stole that gorilla, that rattlesnake and that pig from the zoo. I gotta run they’re after me! No I own that lion fuck you officer!

If we can see it with our myopia it lives. Ah, familiar! Though scorned, low life, brutalized. .. it survives because we rub hide against hide, hide against scales. Snake gives what we need: lower. Pig gives what we need: commingling in appetite, solidarity. Blood and meat.

From another planet elephant dropped, one where farsightedness lived. “What if this existed for pure elephantness?” it’s creator said.

“If we didn’t barely survive with you in the trenches, enough to give tribute with Year Of, you’re not going to exist,” the myopic respond, but not really in words, anxiety isn’t a language.

Scrapping, carving, smoothing, industriousness. “Wearenotsmall Wearenotsmall Wearenotsmall.”

Thankfully there will likely remain a blueprint of this world, ungrasped.

I despise Tony. Absolutely despise him. Every word that comes out of his mouth is vile, cruel, and hurtful. I avoid him when I can, but when I come into his view, and runs up to me, trampling everything in his way as if he were an elephant. The least graceful person I’ve met, and yet he never disappoints how much he can ruin my day with his words.

If first met him at a diner in Manhattan. I have breakfast there every weekend for some private time away from my family. I noticed him every other weekend. He tends to want everyone to notice him when he walks in the room so it’s hard not to. This one particular day, he slammed the diner door open, slammed it, then turned and shouted “PIG!”. I guess he closed the door so the policeman couldn’t hear him so well over the sounds of the city. I looked out the window from my booth. I saw a police officer slipping a ticket into the windshield wiper of this ugly, green, pimped up Mazda. I instantly connected this boisterous man with that horrible looking thing. Seems he treats it like he treats himself too. He worked over in my direction. Why do the things you want least to happen...happen? He sits opposite me and goes on this rant about this “pig” giving him a ticket he doesn’t deserve. I honestly wasn’t listening so I can’t recall the words he said. I was paying more attention to the foul stench of his breathe and is greasy skin and crooked teeth. He looked like he had rolled in mud like a pig, but with the mud covering him. He had un-trimmed fingernails and kept tapped them on the table. I couldn’t eat with this. I stopped eating. Let my breakfast go cold whilst blankly looking at him go on and on. Begging him in my head to get up and leave. A waitress came and asked if we wanted more coffee. I said “no”, he said “I’d like a taste of your coffee”, then winked..licked his lower lip, and slapped her on the butt. She ran to get help. I guess he knew his presence was not welcomed any more, as if it were before. He stood up, knocking the table with his belly, and slid out. “Good talk” he almost shouted. Loud guy. “I always see you in this same booth whenever I come in on Saturday’s, I’m thinking of starting that too.” He Wales to the door and slammed it open.slammed it close. That was my first time meeting him Tony.

He only told me his name after the third Saturday breakfast. It’s a never ending weekend cycle. I no longer have this time to myself here. I liked this place but Tony ruined it. I need to change diners. “Damn it Tony, I despise you”.