(0114) another death in june

my phone starts ringing in the middle of the night. i am barely awake. you call to say that i forgot to write, but that was no mistake. you're drinking from the bottom of the glass. no one would ever have known. i'm still living in the dreary midwest, and you're still out there on your own. and as i finally drift to sleep tonight, i dream of a serial killer from kankakee who shoots us both right through our hearts. the ending comes quite simply but rather soon... another death in june.

i was headed to work last week when i looked up and saw the price of gas. everyone was pumping their wallets dry, so i thought i'd just stop and ask, "does it feel good to be raped by the man and thrown to the edge of the street?" one man spoke up and said, "who are you?" said, "just another person tryin' to eat." i ended up working that evening alone; got off at a quarter till eight. i got myself home in my automobile and heated up myself a dinner plate of food... just opened up and chewed.

now, listening to music alone in my room and waiting for some inspiration. my mind is going in all directions. up and down or left and right? evolution or creation? i think to myself maybe it's both. maybe it's every possible answer. either way, the truth will be told by the end of the last chapter. some might say we're headed for destruction. others will say we're not. either way, i guess i really shouldn't care to bother connecting the dots..too fast... for what it's worth, it seems we're all stuck in the past.