I try. I lie. Someone's sphincter in my eye. Kick it with that rebel cat and. I want it to be that I'm feeling slightly down. I'm looking up from the ground. While confusion strains my mind. I contemplate this time. Thinking about a future. Hemming it with a suture. Dog shitting on the sign could the head below be. mine. Remember the palms. Orange drive is where these palms lie. Making me sick. Making me want to get high under the palms.