NOTHING EXTERNAL FEELS FAMILIAR

I feel like illegally hopping a train towards no definite destination, just some place beautiful, maybe wyoming or montana or spokane, and while the train is making its way over a high bridge, look towards the river below, then jump from the boxcar, not a dive or a belly flop, just a leap to a free fall, and when my body makes contact with the cold liquid, all the physical pain and emotional distress i've endured dissipates in a 5-second death orgasm.

Then a chill turtle named pierre uses my skull for a condo.

2 responses to NOTHING EXTERNAL FEELS FAMILIAR

  1. sam pink says:

    had a thought while reading this that was something like, 'if a turtle used my skull as a condo after i died, i'd feel like the world is a good place.'

  2. jereme says:

    Yeah, man, the way I imagined pierre is with a rollie fingers moustache, wife beater and boxers, just lounging in the skull condo chain smoking cigarettes with a patience.

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