yesterday morning was my trial date. "but i'm a rebel to the system so i might not be coming". I got as far as city hall and then I skipped that shit and spent the day riding the trains with my hood pulled tight writing rhymes instead. holy bender, batman. i'm so hung over right now my teeth hurt. it’s like the roots are atrophying, deep inside my gums. blame it on Belgium: the chimay hit me like I grand piano outside the blind tiger; all i could do was keep ffalling against the parked cars.

I kept huff huff huffin but I couldn’t blow that shit down

people had their cellphones flipped open--nice people who asked me if i wanted them to call 911 or get a police officer or somethin. i laughed of course and someone from off to the side shouted,

"hey, she's been sniffing glue! all day! look over there!"

my little white laminated bag had fallen by the back wheel

it’s the kind they put expensive chocolate in

and i was like, yeah yeah yeah fuck you.

all the puddles were purple and green and my shoes were untied.





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