« on: April 13, 2015, 09:38:53 pm »
Where am I?
WHERE am I?
Where AM YOU!!
It's a little bit past the time of day when they start issuing out new hours, minutes, and seconds.
My silkies are soaked to my ass, and my compass is spinning.
The XO ran off with my last protractor.
I asked for an 8-digit and can't even get which map I am supposed to be on.
I wake up, sweating, dry-mouthed, fixxing to shit myself.
I wish I had those problems, because you can always just start walking.
Always just start yelling. Leastwise you know how to blame.
Oh no, noon, and the bus is early instead of late and now I'm late for for the last day of the last class only I'm out of bond my paper got printed on greasy tacobell wrappers in too many colors since I'm out of black of toner but plenty of the other kind maybe if I run I can catch the bus only I trip, fall, tumble, the snaps that never come because all my joints were prebroken.
Where I am there are no maps.
Or rather all the maps I have are 30 years out of date.