Woke Down
Click. 3 seconds. Devil’s in the hallway – does he talk to himself – does he tell himself he’s just a man? Does he think the way I do? Why is he awake?
Click. 2 seconds. No – four. Infinite time between thoughts.
Click. We’re in a mess, now, aren’t we?
Click. They’ll be trying to sell big business to little people.
Click. Oh, you’re really out of time, aren’t you? So much for our partnership. I, alone, am
Bang.
You thought it would end? Check this out…
I just caught on:
I’m living off my myself in some form of cannibalism – I’ve got more to eat / there is energy with no potentiation / cancer, from the depths of an imagined abyss / accretion
I am listening to other people cough – am I killing myself with cigarettes, or am I killing them?
Do they hear me coughing as I hear them?
What does the devil say to himself?
