A storm of prose to cover their nose with verbal cloroform
Snort a line of time. Trip off the traced page. Abstract rage: A tip
off as 2 what’s to come in the next stage. What’s done is what’s made.
Duck the aligations. Think about yourself: “mental masturbation.” The
crux of ink bled out of the vein, is it’s too acidic to keep on page!
I drank the blood shot & shot the eye-o-dine & being possesed the
words & they’re all mind. Tracing the manic schematic line to color
No sleep, ride, girl, money or time. Catch up. I just want to know
you. I just want to talk. Better to do jazz hands than give the
I am less a comedian, more a life-bloodletter. Blood letter? Scarlet
letter? I am clever. Less a crass innovator, more a wise-ass imitator.
They moved an hour back. They can do that. Shows U how unyielding
civilized time is. As for real time, dont hold on, it moves with or
Hormones bring whore moans. Too much young flesh in this place. Trying
to stimulate my mind; thoughts come late, body comes on time. Get it?
– Mike Phelan O’Toole