so last night i dreamt
that there was a little dinosaur in the fridge.
i know it may seem strange to some,
but that’s just the way society crumbles these days.
speaking of dinosaurs,
i’d like to breed a T. rex that was, oh, say about 8 feet tall.
seems to me their bodies are perfectly suited
for things like mowing the lawn and shopping for groceries.
i heard there’s great seafood
at this place called The Oyster Bar.
actually, i’ve never been.
there seems to be something almost sort of defeatist
about eating a creature that’s made entirely out of tongue.
something strange happened this morning.
i woke up feeling like i was a little lighter.
yesterday i felt like a little cigarette.
i need to get myself together.
