He Goes On All Fours / I Am Stuck On Earth

He Goes On All Fours is one of those new, baby things that I will try to update frequently. It is specific and abstract, it is about meat eating and cannabalism and murder. There is blood and strips of flesh and the forest. Have you ever chased anything? It is about that, too.

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I am intermittently too warm and too cold throughout the night. I feel like shit. I want to be asleep for a long time right now. My eyes are spinning open like an alien unscrewing the lid to its flying saucer. I think I'm rusted or gritty with sand. My hair has passed a point where it will never be clean again. I imagine a dog drinking water. I look down and to the right. My head gets shot off. JFK blows his load in Marilyn Monroe's nose. There are thousands of planes in the air. I am in a building on the ground. The sun will be rising soon. I am stuck on Earth. I'll drift down a river. No matter where I go, I'm still on Earth and I'll be myself for as long as I know. I'm done writing this.