intellectual highway
June 22, 2010
There’s a throb behind the eyes when it happens-
everything is still and suspended in time: amber flies caught in earth’s lusty grasp.
Words, forming like enlightened pixels on a digital bilboard, sunning in the Chicago deadheat
I 9094 choked with assholes and pulsating vaginas, cocks streaming at the ready thump of an erotic rush of car.
I broke the sound barrier- my thoughts a sonic thunder in my brain. I could hear synapses thickening with scar tissue before I felt them break.
