I don't want to pack. I don't want to leave at 9am. I don't want to do anything right now. I'd like to freeze time and re-think the past year over and over. Figure out what went right, what went wrong. What happened? What should have happened?
Theory. They can drive a man mad. Angry. Furious. But theory leads to creation and testing of the waters. I want to do that. Test the waters. Maybe there's sharks in the waters. I hate sharks. I fear sharks.
Let's break the glass. A Night of Shatter. In Honor of the leader. He's behind blue eyes.
Color. Colour. Color. Colour. Color. Colour. Gray. Grey. Gray. Grey. Gray. Grey.
I'm being told Color is correct but Colour is not. Gray and Grey are both proper. You're not proper so straighten the fuck up.
I should have finished honors ago and passed out. Hours of sleeping. I left this place a mess. I'd like to take my lamp and clock but it ain't happening sir. SIR. SIR PLEASE.
What are things I need to get?
Sticky Notes. Alarm Clock. Water. Crackers. A Soul. Dignity. Pens. Paper. That's all I can think of off the top of my head. Listerine. Toothpaste. Toothbrush! Paper Towels? Pretzels. Penguins.
Marlboro Red. Just flows so well. Marlboro Red. Marlboro Red. His tie was Marlboro Red. His shirt was Marlboro Red. His shorts Marlboro Red. His hat Marlboro Red. His soul Marlboro Red. I feel like Marlboro Red. The walls are Marlboro Red. He's smoking Marlboro Red. She's buying Marlboro Red. They invested in Marlboro Red. I want you to go buy me Marlboro Red. This is message from Marlboro Red. Marlboro Red wants you. Marlboro Needs you. Marlboro commands you. You want Marlboro Red. You need Marlboro Red. You desire Marlboro Red. This isn't a subliminal message because I'm being upfront. STOP CRAVING CIGARETTES ALREADY.
You like to collect sticks. I find marbles. Marbles = Marlboro.
I'll leave all my jewel cases for you to go through later on in Life. You'll go through each one and I'll leave games, puzzles and clues on how where my treasures buried. It'll take you years. Ages. Centuries. This is what you get for making me a target.
Some people wink with their whole face. Putting all those muscles into good use. At least I hope it's good use. Maybe it'll result in some passion between the two of you. You'll make love. You'll make babies. You'll make a home. You'll make enough cash to oil up the war machine. Society Security hun, that's where it's at.
Santa came down the chimney the other day. I was shocked and surprised but I applauded anyway. Dad deserves the praise for all the trouble he went through climbing up on the roof in that fat suit.
