The Obscure

I ran into Charlie Phogg
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog
My doggie turned to me and he said
Let's head back to Tennessee Jed

I have been guzzling gallons of cola all day.
Every night for the past five years, I have bid my father goodnight with an endearing, "See you later."

There are these single thought-lines all streaming through my brain like inter-communicative flaming arrows; and I can feel my mind spreading like a crimson 3-dimensional web, trying to stretch to every corner of the universe. It only succeeds in spreading itself thin across too much space, and losing any strength it may have once had.
I got suspended in second grade for eating cinnamon sugar, although I am sure my foul mouth and belligerent demeanor may have had something to do with it as well.
My foul mouth has always gotten me in trouble.
I got suspended in sixth grade for flipping off the principal. I did not do it to her face, but I was caught nonetheless.
My foul hands have played a part in my many downfalls, as well.

This holds no more interest for me.
Raskolnikov was a madman.