…I’m not just going to be ignored!
if that’s what you were thinkin’…on that trail of broken hearts you left behind you like so many candy wrappers; a sweet treat good for a quick fix and then discarded?

you pull back the plunger and bite your lower lip a lil’ and then spike, no strike that spike, insert, or even better, enter that cavern of holiest holes like it was wendy’s maiden voyage to the land of nod ‘cross the mexican muddy sea where the patron saint of jizz abandons all care like an overextended gambler screenin’ them calls with the DO NOT disturb sock on the door during the ceremony or the itchin’ turns to twitchin’ turns to bitchin’ turns left in (you saw it coming) “rush” hour.

…”in the fuzzy land
between asleep and awake”…

so anyway, that’s where i was when i must of heard part of a commercial for a current movie called “Love and Other Drugs”

so of course what i heard was:

eleven other drugs

as i struggled to recapture whatever crumbs of REM were left scrolling ‘cross my screen, tryin’ to score the REM periods of my dream like looking at a mirror held up to a mirror or a novel within a novel i was frantic to remember the eleven other drugs and i could only come up with 6 or 7 so when you “high” frequency filter that it means about 5 or 6 and some of those were used to treat cholesterol for christsakes and it was like the boss showin’ up as i’m busy playin’ spider solitaire with a concerned look on my face and my free hand scratchin’ something itchy…

thealarmclockillerz
aka
buzzkill

#wheee