a mixed something like a song i, can i, i be in a green free dream like a skull's hole, raw and new and fresh and earthly and, and blood pouring out like a spoon scooping flesh like my shampooed hair like my eyebags like in a green free dream a green free dream i, can i, i float in a saw cutting jaw clenching blue blue blue frying fluid like my heart made of stone forgot years ago how to drain saltwater my eyes made of dough like a tomato gravy like a kitchen sink with a tower of dishes like in a blue blue blue frying fluid.
