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there it is again. that buzzing in my ear. my brain is emitting flash flood announcements. too much information. too much information. the freeway of knowledge is blocked by this idea of a planner. who's idea was it to sort out thought processes by time and color? all the workers are considering a strike. this could be bad. a whirling noise goes off in my head. another brain cell is being carried off in an ambulance. lets face it. the prognosis isn't looking good. he will probably die. sure it was a strange compromise but everyone was happy with it. the sky is turning the color of watered down ash. that doesn't look good either. girls with yellow highlighters and large hoop earrings should not sit in coffee shops near windows. they attract too much attention. planes overhead. they are heading in the general direction of the tip of my pencil.

my dreams tonight star an old man wearing a vietnamese hat. that must be from the scarecrow. a child keeps following me in a shopping cart. damn cub foods. i think i will start a boycott. whats with the lights. maybe its that stop sign. or perhaps the lights on the car that make you feel like you've been smoking marijuana all day long. i swear it is just another way for the crooked cop to score brownie points. maybe they are in league with the lawyers. hmm. must allow that theory to brew for awhile. now i find myself in a thrift store. just a reminder to shop. i feel another wave of self-development coming on. nope. never mind. just a strange reaction to a combination of rotten eggs and bad porn. there is a cheap whore leaning against a chain link fence on the corner of a dimly lit street. she is smoking a cigarette. i ask her what her name is. the only answer i get is a very crooked smile and a look that says about 10 pages of words i won't write down. not because i don't want to. i just can think of more useful ways of wasting my time. and you would put me on the fourth floor anyways. so for now i'll just keep walking. i pass some wannabe punkass kids on the next block. their shoes still smell like payless. eyeliner is too thin. their clothes look new. they have no accessories. i laugh at one kid's mohawk. it's lopsided and curly. posers. then the street disapppears from under my feet. i am laying in a bed. there is a strange woman holding stuffed sheep from the serta mattress commercial. i can't find the one with braces. i tell her to go fuck herself. she looks very relieved and shuffles out of the room. i pick up the phone and find the number for dominos. they are closed. so i get out of bed and walk out of the room. i walk down three flights of stairs. the walls are an odd mint green color. i could have taken the elevator but i think the serta lady is in there. once i get outside i realize i should have remembered to grab a coat. there is a younger guy sitting near the bottom of the stairs. he has a grape soda. i ask him for a sip. he slides over and offers me the can. it tastes really good. when the soda's gone we open the can and snort lines of cocaine and sugar off of it. thats even better. he is kinda cute. it starts raining but we can't really feel it. we walk down the street together. i'm not sure where we are going but am too preoccupied to care. i see the same whore down the street. her face is a mixture of dissapointment, lonliness, and a hunger for excitement. she joins me and my grape soda cocaine guy. hes kinda in a world of his own at the moment and looks very happy about it. she whispers something into my ear. i cannot help but grin. we all walk until we reach an apartment with a brown door. not a very interesting color choice. then a loud noise brings me out of my daydream. there is a guy wearing a white tux and he is trying to use a jackhammer as a pogo stick. someone should tell him that that is a really bad idea. especially when you are on a really busy bridge. so thats what made it fall. i swear. drunk people never learn. and if they do they'll just forget it the next morning anyways.