I sit on a bench with a coffee,a cigarette and a cat with a third of a tail.
There’s rain, there’s heat lightning, there’s streetlights and cars with tires existing in the higher frequencies.
SSSSssssss.
That’s what you sound like.
That’s what you sound like driving through the rain,
Little drops of water moving through preplanned treads in tires,,
Cause we smart as fuck..
Somebody thought about that..
“If we form the rubber into little grooves, water will be displaced and the vehicle will stay on the road”
Genius.
But didn’t think about the sound.
All high frequencies, sounds like a motor on a ride cymbal..
“Sssssssss”
I would not pay, to go see a drummer, that only brought his ride cymbal..
The fuck are you doing???
A series of bolts light up the sky and I think
“Wish I could say some shit about that..”
Lightning crashes..an old woman dies…
Shit,goddammit motherfucker, some monkey has already done this..
They’ve done everything, nearly,,
You know someone is having sex in space…
South Park was upset because the Simpsons did it,. I’m upset because the rest of you monkeys did it….
(Where was I?)
What was I setting out to do?
Hot coffee, fresh tobacco, happy cat.
Light rain, nondangerous lightning.
Might be as Good as it gets.
A day off with selfish,indifferent naps,,
Waking up to an evening of this…
Wide awake,, and cars are going
“Ssssssssssss” .
Not too bad.
Nothing to complain about..
Cat got his purr and his headbutt goin’,
Coffee ain’t bad.
The rain is nice.
dawn 