they sparkled in the daylight with red serpent teeth, (glittering at me from afar, safe and shoved into sheet metal like coals in the graveyard, in the garbage dump-you know it and I know it, like little bearded men with wild eyes that you fall into when they stare at you from afar, wondering who you are in your nice liuttle suit with nice little glasses and nice little shoes, their hand holding the heat as it fall off from the flame they've started in the pile of trash that they live in. But do you thgink it's even different? The only dfifference is that you kid yourself and they live in the future,) threatening as they glided across the marble floor, inch by inch with my quivering fingers (little spasms and shakes like a baby that had just been born, skin pink as a pig, face scrunched up into agony that it had just been born.) And to be honest it didn't attract me any more than the tin can that was crushed on the side of the street as I pulled into the forever empty lot that is your driveway. Eyes arry, mind you.
For God's sake, calm down, it's all the same. And why should it matter if it is?
Either way it is, God damn it.
But that's alright.
No matter what the van pulled into the alleyway last Tuesday and we're all rollingin it like pigs. We're all pigs, and who wears suits anyway? Only those capitalist kidder; they won't be taking their money to the games. But God bless them and everyone. But I remembered, the dark metal glinted in the dusk sun with that one orange eye, burning ferously like all the tigers in your pocket, ready to snap with tiny metalic fangs. And those leather cowboy boots with that black hat. Oh, whatever, whatever, at least your hair was like dark-roasted coffee beans in the afternoon sun.
But tell me when the sun has set what more you have in your wallet or your pockets or your hands. I give it all just as much worth as salt and ashes.
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