SPAM IS ALWAYS IN SEASON

The idea to create as many paper mache penises as possible is strong in my mind.

I want to fill my apartment with them.

All colors, shapes and lengths.

I've also been thinking about shaving away the hair from my body.

Leave it piled on the bedroom carpet.

Then walk out the door.

No goodbyes.

Stare at the sun for hours while deciding something.

After I decide something walk west towards the Pacific.

Stow away on a freight boat.

Living in a giant metal rectangle for a long period of time seems comforting.

Hobos are always on vacation.

Why not me.

I need a vacation, too.

Really looking forward to accomplishing several things, like:

• drinking recycled urine
• eating small portions of meat from a can
• breathing the unclean air surrounding my body

Hopefully, I'll arrive somewhere like Africa.

Because a violent meeting with a lion sounds promising to me.

During the encounter I'll maintain eye contact.

And make that repetitive noise people do when they call their domesticated cat.

(The noise which sounds like the word piss without the i, on loop.)

While doing this I'll focus on the space of emptiness separating each short sound.

And completely forget everything prior to that moment.

It's okay if I shit myself in the end.