Hazy Turds

May 22, 2008 - 22:21 PM PST

How often do you see beyond the veil of hazy turds. It seems your view is blocked and yet you do know where to turn. You fix your gaze upon the turds and let it wander not. The crick that winds into your neck is hollow; soon it pops. Your retinas bulge against the fluid and the surface of your eyes. Their pupils, large and dark and weak, convulse to falsely form... The words that lead your gaze, your mind, your sentience to turds. I know the feeling very well; long have I starred upon the shit, and with great pain I tell you fools to "Go on," and "Stare at it."