I KILLED MY DINNER WITH KARATE
im gonna go back through that tiny hole the tinniest hole of all holes the one i had to narrow for the one ive stayed bent for your clock runs faster mines kinda stuck and way too loud those ticks and tocks wont let me sleep whats on a menu today tall twisted figures talking weird staying around keeping my attention until the next morsel until i swallow it all and ask for more if necessary id love to concentrate on it some more id like to understand quite how it feels and to get worried but i cannot this time im on the other side im here if you need me im just absent-minded and scared is it a way of self-defense or im simply being unconcerned and selfish no of course not i have to take care of myself only just like everyone else does its slipping away all the time it remains unsaid stays empty torn pages erased recorded mute paralyzed like in a dream the corner is what bothers me they say its the most firm like that but for me it seems pretty unstable i prefer staying on all four or straightening up on our own two skinny ones but who actually cares what i prefer if i turned my insides back inside maybe i would understand no plans they only show me how fooled i am a haphazard only me first me only.