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"I See," Said The Blind Man Vol. 4
Eyes are heavy now.
Makes it hard to write haikus.
But I will make it.
Taco always sleeps.
He should get out more often
and feel the love.
It's semester two.
How can they not remember?
It's only a name.
Something smells fruity.
It's a nice break from that stench.
That gross "people" stench.
Pegs, beaker, bucket.
That's what the wall is made of.
But is that real?
Ignore the machine.
I still don't know what that means.
My hand is tingling...
Page two-forty-two.
Do m2, m3, o1.
Life is all numbers.
I murdered L3.
I can't make L3 come back.
What should I do now?
Voices of the class:
"It smells like Sprite!" "Oh, shut up!"
Silence is golden.
A birthday today!
But that is not a crown!
It's a tiara.
The smell is awful.
Double bagging does nothing.
Just take it away...
Tired and writing.
It's both cryptic and obscure.
I wish I could sleep.
This is the clutter
which I now call my work space.
I waste my time here.
C is for crab claw,
that is good enough for me.
What the fuck was that?
The tubing of snow!
Fun always costs you money.
Not too cryptic, huh?
Monkey watches man.
Monkey thinks and man ignores.
But it's Superman!
A shark at the door.
He tells me, "Jesus loves you!"
He watches me sleep.
Eat the little hearts!
They fill your tummy with joy!
Remove wrapper first.
The red hearts are gone!
I have ingested them all.
Watch your backs, pink hearts.
My mind goes away
and I become lazy.
That's called a "Friday."
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