and i am a novelist!
oh don't worry, i'll remember that song
i'll file it away for future reference
future reference paves slumberland freeway
four bald manservants at the corners of my bed
stop-sign, ain't your rules a fucking game?
was this worth getting out of bed for?
never end a friendship with a preposition
you've changed man
it used to be about the sex and drugs!
what's this music shit?
was it worth getting out of bed for?
i remember when you would take a sleeping pill at midnight
and blog till 3 in the morning anyway
now it's an event, getting out of bed
and for what? this non-ironic happenstance?
slag off! o slag off!
water water everywhere yet not one drop to drink
sha-bang! there's plenty more purple flasks where that came from
o kinetic energy, o graphic calisthenics of caligula-like overkill
o phenotype pheromone hairspray from the photogenic genome
yo gnomish hearsay, boy, where's my latte boy? tell murphy i said
i'm drinking purple-flask juice to forget about the excess saliva
it could be this, or it could be that, i could be too thin, or i could be too fat
it could be the traz, it could be the serts, or it could be
i'm thinking when i could be drinking, fuck the thoughts, time to bask
in the purple flask