...on ghost time

the bastard just came across this. i threw it down on the train on tuesday afternoon. it must have been part of the blackout I had where i neglected to remember if I locked the front door or not.



woke up an hour or two ago.

jetlagged.

head full of t.v. snow.

this is no way for a bastard to function.

on the train.

heading to queens, in a dreamlike state.

everyone around me is a endless stream of surrealistic ghosts.

this is why i never go to work after a night flight.

who knows what kind of waking dreamscapes would await me in the office like this. maybe a talking boar head.

-the bastard