it glistens. i squint. . .it must be assloads of shit. it must be something i ate. i must be so under-rated. i must be thick fecalated. i must be quick stimulated. i must be over treaded, faded. i must be under masturbated. i must be odd. i must be funny. i must be kittens and bunnies. i’m running, the world keeps catching up. i blink, but the picture never nudges. i wait ’till the clock flies fuck. i tasted it after it stunk. it’s still steaming. is anybody looking? i’m sure i’m being watched. they can see me. they can smell me. they can read my thoughts. they misinterpret what i’m thinking. the inkling i had’s sinking. it must be too much eating, maybe too much drinking. maybe missattempting. doing what i’ve done. need some redirecting. .staring at the sun.