Wakarimasen

The jaws are snapped a second too late; there is nothing there but a slip of air; the taste of flesh, but nothing there.

Pierce sharp
Pull tight
String it along, along, along
Almost done keep your mouth on tight
Keep it on, keep it on
I want it off I want it off
Take it off take it off
Tear it rip it pull pull pull

My arms don't bend that far back
I can't reach I can't reach
Why can't--wakarimasen

This dog does not exist.

Failboat is all failin' and stuff.
paws snubbed deep in the mud Wings fucked I am chattering like teeth against nails against toes against scabs I am-

Get out of my head, Kafka.

Apologetic intonation this is messy and I don't know how to cut it the fuck out. I am not patient enough for closer fictions. I am writing some, but they are not very good or very long. I am not patient enough to construct them. My skin is getting away from me and that is a distracting sensation.

Swinging metal rustweight
I'm going to walk it I'm going to walk it
As soon as I get back those tracks are mine

This is not inspiration; it is inspiration's earthy brodir. He is no muse; he possesses no mouth. And he knows it, too. It frustrates him. He communicates through his nails and his knuckles. He puts his brother's skin on sometimes and is the same. They are the same. They are not the same. They are the same.

I have two commodities; myself and that which I distill from myself. Beyond this, my pockets are empty. Beyond this, I have nothing of value.



I have a question one question Railroad? It does not make sense without the intonation but Railroad? It is said in the same way as another word I've read Railroad? I saw at least four of them on the way here. But there was only one that I--that I-