Faces on the walls. Invisible faces on the walls. Faces of criminals. Faces of animals. Telling me to cut up your corpse. Telling me to paint in your blood.
Once upon a time,. Somewhere in the Ocean somewhere,. There lived a Fish,. The King of the Fish. The King of the Fish was not happy. He wanted to be more than just to be the King of the Fish.
And so the very evil children. Took the dog out to play in the park. Then they took him home. And refused to set him on fire. . They were evil, evil, evil children.
Once there was an adorable little bunny that hopped and bopped through the cotton fields eating carrots all day long.. The people loved him and thought he was so fucking cute and sweet and good,.
Sometimes on the subway he felt like a little bunny rabbit. With a cute little bunny nose. And long floppy ears. And a brand new submachine gun. And a big bushy tail.
They put him in the box. And they gave him toys to play with. They gave him the best of Beethoven. And a bowling ball. And they told him to invent games.
I saw my name on a grave stone. Out the window by the funeral procession. All I wanted was a ride home. So we could get messed up at the reception. . Now.
I remember the last time I donated blood. The nurse put a bandage on my arm. She told me. Not to remove it for six hours. The time was five o'clock, and at about ten to six.
Friday night getting done up. You say you wanna look just like a china doll. I answer that you do from the hall. My patience was waning, half moon, now I'm lit up waxing poetic.
I waited three and a half years for a train to Springfield, Ohio. I gave up and I began to walk, but I was so hungry. And its a damn good thing I was wearing shoes.
Take stuff from work.. It's the best way to feel better about your job.. Never buy pens or pencils or paper.. Take 'em from work.. Rubber bands, paper clips, memo pads, folders-take 'em from work..
Maybe someday I will get it right, let honestly and kindness be the prize. Roll all the windows down, drive on roads we used to know. . Brave love, brave love, I've heard it spoken.
Take me home, take me home. Take me home and throw me down. Take me home, take me home. Take me home and tie me up. . 'Cuz you're the one my body's been waiting, aching for.
Shake, shake, wake me up at daybreak, get me out the door. I love this place but if I leave here I will love it more. Cause I have felt the wheels inside my head.
I want to go to a place where nobody knows who I am. And come back to a place where everyone forgot who I was. I want to bury myself and rise from the grave and shower and shave and start over again.
So close to the coast, albatross round my shoulders. I felt like my wants were a dam in the river. I, I, I want to get back to sea. A breakdown is gonna set me free.
Look at all my socks. Oh, so many, many socks. I can't even believe it. Can you imagine having so many socks?. . I can't even begin to count them all.
Holy, holy, holy, holy. All is holy in the sink. In the sinking all is holy. Holy, holy down the sink. . Holy sinking, sinking down the hole. . Holy, holy sinking down.
She had nothing to say. She had nothing to say. "Well, that's a start," she thought to herself. And she picked up her pen and the small notepad. And she laid down on her bed.
She was surrounded by a warm glow. She felt calm and relaxed. For a change. . It all started to seem so funny to her. So meaningless, so beautiful. For a change.