The Obscure

His father is not aware that he is a homosexual!
Ninety nine lovers, with the sweet tang of retribution screaming into my lungs!
Tonight was spent laying on the floor with my eyes filled with stars, while my sister and her cat performed magic tricks on the brim of an enormous hat with a purple stripe dividing the Communists from the De Janeros. Bolshevik!
I have nothing else to say on these trivial matters! Who is going to stop me from expressing myself as I see fit? Take a Tab, put it on my drink. Answer me, I command you! Only you and you alone can save the day from the my landlady who cannot understand nor see nor feel, and all I can do is sit in this DUST, and learn about things that most men my age are educated in succinctly, in a quick and efficient manner, before dinner but after lunch.
Landing, ankle deep in a rusty quagmire of delusional bicuspids, a tangible lotion pours over me. Why do I follow the footsteps of a young girl who does not know the difference between love and lust? Why do I follow the bootsteps of an old man who wasted his youth before time was young?
My friends are handsome, my hands are strangers, I need a passport to learn a new way to understand bibliographies. A moment to check on my Mother.

It is settled, cloaked in invisibility, she disguised her empty space as a tarantula who enjoys devouring sweet, fresh, and bloody meats at 4 in the morning on a Sunday. Sunday is the day I must awake in time for the Service, or I would be doing a Disservice to those who have before now granted me Services Currently Rendered, punch in, you are late.
On the clock now, I can say what is truly on my mind. It does not have anything to do with truth or fact or actuality, but humanity is a Sin in itself, which is a tongue in cheek way of saying birds have the upper hand. Who can tell, though? If another gay man sticks his neck out for a pair of delinquent Il Ducerinos, who could blame them? Certainly not I, the control of all that moves is in my hand, and in the palm of my very hand go I. I, engorged on the succulent flesh of a large glass of water, have... lost my glass of water. Where, again, go I, I ask? I, being the glass of water, who cannot understand what a day is, have discovered a new way to see the light.
Through sunglasses, the sun appears to be a pleasant shade of green.

I apologize for all of these strange things, head trauma and totally legitimate medications have destroyed my mind temporarily. If I killed someone, I could plead temporary insanity and escape scott free.