unique in my time

Unique in My Time

When electricity came in later, a natural first

boy had brought them in a two-decker metal container from

cats and bees and the world, all gone mad. I tell you

you’re always thinking about the past. You work in

my chest like a catfish in a wet sack. I could feel

a creak and stiffening. Faces, still smiling, guessing

the sack that covered the bait box and spread it in the sun

were for the bourgeoisie. Sex had never been a great

need to catch my breath. I just started feeling weird a minute

before he got his brains beat out. Then he rode back

to make it fun. Look at everything we've done here just to

strain to breaking point and raising it to breaking point again

to know about my father. If you can find out somehow,

set teeth into it and try to shake it and hang on

and don’t ask any questions. Now, go! Hide! Go!