shayne
rocket sky high, into the oblivion. I swirl out of control, out of gas, and I've landed here on nothingness. I see a mass not too far away, but out here who knows how far that is? I find God. God says to me, you are a long way from home. I have to check my ebonics translator, wherein I find that he told me that I am well-fucked and far from home. But yet I feel the same.
the spider is watching me. He invites his friends to the soiree in which they feed on my dead skin cells. They hold a bake cell and the proceeds go toward their spiderlings. They continue to fester in my habitat until one finally decides to talk to me. I don't mind him, and he has nothing to fear from me. He will spin a web that my mind will bounce off for some time.
I know Raggedy Ann, Andy, and the candy cane rag. I snag your ragged ass to the bone, and you shiver in excitement. Sometimes I come out ragged, and sometimes I rag myself up, but most times, the earth runs ragged through my veins.