to this day, i have no idea .................................... to this day, i have no idea why jeremy was always shirtless.

a rag damp with gasoline or ether was always tucked into his ever-present roll o f duct tape. funny how there are no pictures of him in any of our year books. though i swear i remember him signing mine, smirking and saying something about "thanks for my sister". but i don't have a sister anymore, she's long gone, swallowed by the dirt in some backlit mexico swarming with tambourines & burros & 3 legged hilarious d ogs (well, some of them). it's obvious now why lewis & clark didn't discover australia. but that's from my unpublished thesis, so we'll have to talk about something els e -- at least until the girls get back from the bath room.... did you see the dagger magnets on that floozie messiah by the jukebox? she's a trouble sandwich, or that's what stupid steve-o said. thank you for forgetting my birthday last week, since no one noticed, that means i can stay this age again... right? (how old am i in this story? note to self: brush up on meatspace dossier asap) i see the tornado alarm is going off & john phillip souza is masturbating a zebr a with a foghorn's leghorn. obviously the meds no longer work & neither do i. how long can i eat my reflection from the wavy mouth of the pond in the park? they don't even see me -- i'm some leper raccoon to them in my workshirt boot su it. ah, but what the hell - right? the fuckin' barbecue tarp's full of ragged angels & now that i've muted gideon i fear that mother mary's in for a slow ride to babylon shackled to the seat of m y pants, where she repents & i never relent. she must learn. i would damn her but it's already done. she'll never be human again forevermore.