there's nothing imaginary about it

Another day in the life, all puffy, swollen, head like a pumpkin. Everyone I pass on the street notices the fact, how could they not? A big fucking pumpkin head barreling through the snow. And, they laugh, as they should, all grins as I walk by. Once past I swear they’d be rolling on the ground in laughter if it weren’t a wet March. Bastards, and there are people I know out there too, tucking it in, puffing it up and blowing it out their ass.

As if you need more proof of the spectacle.. I’m walking alone through a half deserted parking lot not touching a single thing except a can I’ve been kicking, and I’m keeping it straight too, when off go the car alarms, one starts and then another. Even the machines are mocking me.. I’m not so vain as to think it’s a human phenomenon.