Do you want to play? Says the night not waiting for my no before we are deep and foaming at the mouth with pictures and with words that foam over out of me and out of everything like sticky, pointy castles see my scenarios say the night Aren't they beautiful? built by fear absurd potentials and what are the worst-that-could-happen scenarios and there I stand on stage and act out the fucking scenarios paid dearly with a rain of night sleep and the night claps and screams encore and it can continue to do so the little troublemaker until the morning light has eaten it
