Saturday, April 28, 2012
American Dream
Awoke in a fit of suffocation last night, imagining Kickapoo Indians attacking my van as tornadoes blew the farm into Illinois. My subconscious was a tortured demon. My tongue was dry like a lizard's ass and my socks were biting into my diabetic ankles. I wrote something down and then masturbated until I fell asleep. In the morning I looked at the chicken scrawl and read: "Justice might be blind but it wears expensive glasses."