myrtle

My little baby pies,
My belly is full of moon, I'm just waiting and waiting and waiting around all day.
This must be what it feels like to be heartbroke.


I'm sorry to be so cryptic, but that's the way I feel tonight.

I had an odd dream where there was a man on a plank, and he said "This is where I've come, to the point where I do not feel" and a bunch of young men were kicking the shit out of him, something real horrorshow I said to myself. And I was that poor fat man on the plank, the man with the beard, and I didn't feel a thing. And then one of those young men without the faces put a gun to the mans head and POW! And the sound was the fireworks, dry and cracking thunder that rolls rolls rolls through the trees, and the man said "I never did need a brain" and he saw how the crowd got all excited when the gunshot went off and he only thought it appropriate that he get excited too, so he did, yelled and whooped and hollored and scared the babies that shot him so they shot him again until he was down on the plank without another word. Then that was me, and me with a friend just saying "See, you won't feel, you don't feel". And I was twirling a fork around in my hand and he said "You'll feel if you have that fork in your eye" I says "Forget about the fork, you'll feel nothing at all".
That's the end of it babies, I'm strung out on a string from no sleep and a bleeding bleeding heart.
You sees, you don't need that old brain at all, but you do always need a heart (at least that's what the man on the plank said).