I have never seen a kajet so bog. New ones never helped me pull the skin off my hands. I pulled it off like gloves. Glass. Brass. Have one get another a song for some money. I will now pull up my carpet so that I can lie beneath it. Had the habit of breaking into houses and shaving off mustaches. The family lives in a motel. The difference between a motel and a hotel is that you enter your motel room from the outside. You enter your hotel room via your sister's shoulder. She had it operated. Found a nightstick. Found a glowstick. Saw an inappropriate mural--well, I deemed it inappropriate. It could have been fine to some. My job was shaving persian cats. My job was grooming poodles. My job was to split three cords of wood with a hydraulic machine. I put cuarters in the wet concrete. I sucked on quarters. I asked for some red wine with ice cubes in it. I asked for the cheapest vodka--it must have been Popov. I was told to not get fat. I was told not to get fat and to get an agent by Rufus. Rufus drank a rusty nail. He had drunk three of them. I played a game with friends. We were near a jukebox. It got late and we looked at the Old Main--I thought they said Old Maid--from a roof. I was willing to eat off a concrete floor so long as it was shiny.
Tell me where the wet sand is. I would like to lie in it. I would like to see someone tromp across a wet lawn. You never put your words in my mouth. This is what I wanted to say: Leave my methods be. This is what I didn't say: You have never spoken a three-syllable word. I do not care if you took a workshop. I do not care if you've memorized the manual. I do not care if your friend is a Higher Up. What matters is that I have paved over all your friends--and not metaphorically. I have shaved. I have shaved treats down to what's really inside them. I have pulled out the smallest hairs from the smoothest faces. I have razored out cubes of skin. My chances are slim. I was rejected today by a place. I was rejected yesterday by a place. I was jerected. This is what I want: To no longer be called autistic. What I hear are words change. I hear toy boat become toy boyt. But I think memories have the same potential for distortion. The longer I remember something, the stranger it will cebome. Now hear this: I have forgotten my wallet. My wallet is a hat I like to wear. First, I put a banana in my shoe. Then, I put my foot in the shoe just to feel the squish. Dog shit in my shoe--not on it. My head is on the bridge.
St. John. Caravaggio. Surprise me. Let me hold my breath not under water but under petroleum jelly. The Preserves of Oilmen. Eat that and see what happens. Eat a half cup of almonds, an apple, and a pear. Eat the head of a cat. Heat the legs of a dog. A small dog is killed. It's legs are cut off and arranged in a vase. With ease. Fascinate me, why don't you? Try to show me that you can do something I haven't seen. Much of what I've seen lately has no feel to it. It has a hum that can't be hummed. I was not under blankets. I was under plastic. A jacket made of plastic bags. Shoes made of plastic bags. We lived in a motel for 800$ a month. We all slept in it. We spelt in it. We pelts in it. We were children with books and drawings. It was too hard for us to open certain containers. We got frustrated so easily. We made a juice out of what we found outside. I slept in a bed with my other siblings. We each had our own cherished blanket. We knew our father left the room because that's when the smell in our place would go from bad to better. He had nothing on. He had nothing, no. No, he had nothing. I am so old for thirteen. I felt myself sinking tino my yard. After, I had no losses.
