Mr. Bitterness - Soul Coughing
Moon Sammy walks. Across the floor. Below the floor. There is a wall.
Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is
But that's OK, that's OK, you can do that--if you're wound up, full of
incoherent. Your mouth is b_ttered with lies; you ask why, but you
call it enigmatic; all your thoughts about the chair are full of
Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your
says Moon Sammy, can you come back?
Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain. The
goes straight. Into the sea. The sink itself. Is porcelain.
Obsess yourself with causality. The information you hear is a
technicality. Behind every object is a mathematic; an obscure
infused with a kinetic force, energy, an obscure conscience shoots a
the feet the world dances.
Babylon, mystery, mother of harlots, and all these abominations of the
earth, that sits on many waters, drunk with the blood of the martyrs
And I wondered with great admiration.