you hear that, that's the rain, and yes i got in just before it tried to piss all over me, and make my little bones shake. these puffs are fickle deciding to be here and then there and then maybe there but just kidding. i see them sometimes, getting dark dark dark and their little wisps look like laundry lint and they start to growl and grumble and threaten to spin themselves into a fury. all these loud loud things, this loud loud city with its loud loud people its silly people that travel to houses with big greek letters and vomit all over the sink, the sink i have to use. this all irritates me irritates me irritates me like how furiously fast these two days pass by, a "hi" a "bye" a "so long, the end". i sleep and sleep and sleep-i like to do so, becasue you see the dreams that i visit entertain me- they're natural born entertainers. they bubble over with nonsense and babbles and sometimes blood, but then i don't like it so much- the blood, it's messy business. all messy business all this messy business i see and hear messy messy messy. i know all about everything, but he, everything, knows nothing about me and oh yes, darling, i swear if you ask me that one more time, i'll flush all your pretty little things down the fucking toilet.