Goosebumps are afraid of me now. Since I started drinking shoe polish again. Looks like a painting of my mouth black & puckered- -and I dragged that loose bitch straight down the hall. Carving cold soap, squeezing limestone, gathering up what was left of Godzilla's lunch as reminders. When you said "you cared a lot"? I started crying- -for no good reason, no goodyear, no good bar, no good God. Then Fellini came back on. It was eight and a half. I went to salt up the blown corn but instead it went everywhere, but where I'd aimed for.