quantumachine
The attic is dark. I can't see my dying mother lying on her twin bed. I reach out to hold her hand. There is no hand. Instead there is a lizard finger. A large lizard finger. On a key chain.
Oh heavenly chorus
Play your trombone
Play so I may see a dragonfly cross the broken bridge to reach you
Then cut the rope so he falls down in to the raging waters below
down
down
drown
Which of you has black hair?
Which of you has green eyes?
Which of you has a face?
Which of you has a super electromagnetic generator that I can borrow this coming weekend?
Rusty Mother fucking soap.
I hate rusty shit. Get some clean water.
Maybe I should hire a wife who knows how to clean.
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