Today, it is raining dead spiders.
Sitting in my favorite Coffee shop.
On a dead cow.
There is a spot on the wall that has been talking to me for hours.

Suddenly, I realize I am dressed as a transvestite/prostitute.
Sidenote: My legs are gone.
Instead, I have stubs that spurt out what I believe to be green venom every time I make eye contact

with someone who is wearing a skirt.

Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
And no matter how many hairs I rip out of my pretty little head, I will not rise.
Question?
I rise off of the cow.

The cow rises after me.
I notice that my stubs are now spewing that green venom copiously.
Apparently that is how this body propels itself.
I want to touch that spot on the wall so badly that my skin is rotating on my skeleton.

It hurts.

The cow is now melting. The cow is now melting.
There are approximately four hundred clocks all ticking out of beat scattered across the wall.
The spot. The SPOT. THE SPOT!
My eyes hurt. Alot.

Parabolaically, I accelerate.
By tilting my pelvis backwards, I change the position of the jets of green venom, allowing for forward

momentum to occur.
My finger seems to grow 3 meters as I reach out to touch the Spot on the wall.
Closer. CLOSER.

Beep.