One time I fell asleep watching a movie about Danny Glover fighting an alien, a predator. I fell asleep and dreamed of lilacs. Recently, I found a poem that described the way my mind felt that turrible night: "If armpit odor ever rightly hurt/ a guy, or gout cut down his speed,/ that rival who cuts in on you has gained,/ as he deserved, both maladies./ For, when he screws, he gives you your revenge:/ the stink chokes her, the gout kills him." Often I think back to his innocent black face as he lept high from that exploding toilet and I think "How much do you love me? How much can you much?" Seriously though, folks... I am not an animal. Look at my hands, they look human... right? I am a common man, a man of time. Sometimes I walk the promenade at noon thinking about death metal bands clutching rosaries in their tight, white fists. I think about Luther Vandross and his fear of satan. There are thoughts in my head of those that I love so dearly; thoughts of those I wish to take with me when I go. I look in the mirror and think "Hey. Who is you? Christopher Reeves? Turn this shit around boyeee. What's the opposite of this? Christopher Walkin. Get a Walking." I ferment in the basement like cheddar. Never forget me as a mistake but always on purposes.
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