THE MOST LOVELY
CRAZY MAN BLUES
Yes, that is. They've got chains around my tongue and candles
in my eye sockets now. Trying to quiet a crowd. I forge ahead
and keep talking, determined to make legions of people say
yes. On my left, in a bundle, is my dog, asleep like a cow and
curled like a donut. As soon as I'm free I'll get me to the river.
Get me to the doctor, find a nunnery. Paradoxical Brother Winsome
I shall be. My monkish predilections shall result in painted
walls the color of love and faith. I guess it's some sort of blue,
or maybe a purple. Who the hell knows? This is the alarm in
my palm; I had it implanted three years ago and now it goes
off randomly whenever it wants to and all I can do is slam
my hand down to get it to stop. Wreaks havoc on a bus ride.
I told the candle lady to remember when I last was here. She
said she didn't remember me at all. Like saying time stops for
no man, until you break your - most-expensive - watch.
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