jackinblack

iam such a fool on a hill
seeing the unseeable my eyes are stalkish snailshell head
imagining of aliens
the right eye ear and legs of texan cows
zapped
i dont even have an excuse for the middle part of the story book i seem to be stuck in
who wrote this fuckin shit man
yes it was a frukken man too i reckon
no girl i know would sink to such dismallity
im ready to talk crap now officer
a long diluge spat out with all the skin and bone
constricted space
swamp of murky syntax and sun deprived pale whispy half words
the sun is going down or has
or maybe the whole fuckin planet isand everything else is an illusion

i need to unwrap my senses before i can tell

there is nothing much more to say really the incessant clock noises have said it already to whomever listened
foolish i
i need to go out now
and stop hearing
and stop seeing
and thinking about that some more
the strange people i meet
who know of this
they tell me stories of the parts of the brain
and percentages involved
maybe its just a good excuse to run another conversation through their hot pink mouths
piano teeth
too wide grinner
and what is it all about than
this peculiar story
made up
tale
of a stupid fuckin donkey
gettin pinned
i need to turn the light on
so i can see the keyboard
and maybe realise the metaphor in the power gained
illumination can be a curse
too many letters
too fast
and everything blurs
i really neeed to halt this madness i am digging into
ultra hyped up jinxing myself
there
now i count to ten and
ive finished
if i go out now
i might not come back though... HA

"Day after day, alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see hes just a fool
And he never gives an answer.
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eys in his head see the world spinning round.
Well on the way, head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appearss to make
And he never seems to notice.
He never listens to them,
He knows that theyre the fools
They dont like him. The fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round."