I got a parking ticket this morning.
My eyes are sticky-rice and Tabasco sauce.
Things are moving in slow-mo.
Broken English is only one reminder
that we are a diverse and interesting populous.
I have no original thoughts.
I am crushed in a swamp
of self-deprecating desolation.
Did you ever see the movie Swamp Thing? or the thing from the swamp? or whatever. That’s what you are. The creature from the black lagoon.
Don’t let the bastards getcha down.
Tue 17:05