Oh my white coats and big magnifiers
I dream about a field full of silence, far from the closed windows of the eclipse trap
In the south I was fishing wild fish and I ate a bait and thought, damn fish!
Damn fish I would throw you all to cats
I lie in the bathtub and fish swim around me, smelling south, damn south...
I sleep, bedding smells on them, smells on infusion imported from the south, damn infusion!
It's the hole in things, the piece that never fits!
Well, this seems like a good time to have a nervous breakdown...