the nest atop the skylight

okay, first off, i'm not lamenting the melting. if you see me stalking about the sidewalks fuelled by rage, know that it's just because as i was circling queen's park i was splashed by a fullsize van that definitely saw me. it was one of those calm-at-the-eye-of-the-storm waves at first before it broke on the cold grey stone of my stunned face, hair, jacket (including pocket contents), entire right pant leg, glasses, backpack, and shoe. fuuuuuuuck. still damp almost two hours later. car motherfuckers. this is what i get for leaving the house. mwaaaah.
anyway. i just finished 'the road' by cormac mccarthy. i seriously long for the goddamn day. maybe you would too if you're into bleak post-apocalyptica by the one of the most revered american writers ever. pair it with this album. you'll be making paper-loop countdown chains with your favorite child.
i have a food pie date tonight. props to s.w. on whichever highway she finds herself.
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Police them come an now they blow down me door,
One him come crawl through, through my window,
So then they put me in the back the car at the station,
From that point on me reach my destination,
When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where them
Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, so --

Informer, you no say daddy me snow me Ill go blame,
A licky boom boom down.
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