misterpoop

Last night while sleeping someone came into my room and replaced my vertebrae with broken glass. They then stuck an awl through the soft palette of my throat and left me there to die in my dreams which never arrived. I think that maybe this is the dream. That the pain is illusory. I try to figure but math has eluded me. What monster came to me last night to breath stink into my ears and stick pins into my testicles then drink my brain through a straw like bubble tea or a bowl full of raw oysters. If my pirate love were here she could administer the balm of her presence. But she is not. Lily has been gone for over a month. I received word of river boats in South Carolina even though rivers were never her forte being that she preferred the high seas, but knowing my Lily; Black Lily of the Devils Bark would sink row boats for the giggles. With this in mind, it would not surprise me if the rumors were true: That she were off stealing river barges in South Carolina and forcing grown men to copulate with catfish in the muck of her glee. I hope that she returns soon. Till then Ill resort to scarification, grog and pirate ritual.