it was odd feeling odd and feeling odd was odd, odd feelings, fee lingers

4:50 a.m. in a Denny's drinking coffee and eating fried dough balls called "pancake puppies." I read about the implosion of Capitalism and the commodification of spirituality. The state of affairs is in shit: violence, famine. I eat a pancake puppy and take a sip of warm coffee. It's all jacked and we've been hi-jacked. A pre-emptive manufactured condition raised on pop music and reality TV drama. The theater of operations indicates that we are losing the war, or is it that we are winning? I'm not even sure anymore; this uncertainty feels like an indication that my reality had been ruptured, dismantled, and reconfigured. The periphery lacks insight. My core vision lacks periphery. I am effectively blinded by too much. I can;t even describe the lamp that shines above me covered by some sort of 70's looking shade, meaning bell bottoms, meaning whatever 70's looking shade looks like.


4:55 a.m. it's been five minutes and my pancake puppies are getting colder. My coffee is now lukewarm. My toes are cold. no one is here. it is dark out. a few cars pass but I think it's only one car driving circles. Christmas songs play overhead: "joy to the world" etc.


I've not done enough to mistake my reality for a dream. I miss her warm touch. Her soft kiss. He laugh and smile. Her eyes grow distant when I try to talk to her; I am ineffective in the art of conversation and love. My relationship seems like a stroke of luck; i consider myself a lucky man despite the holes in the soles of my shoes. I tell no one of this hollow cold void. It grounds me and reminds me of the monolith beneath my boot. My pancake puppies are completely cold: 5:02 a.m. this coffee has grow colder. Tap water with food coloring and a teaspoon of creamer. Slurpee.


It's time for me to go; the sun rises. Today I did not sleep. A man desperate for some sort of help thought that I could help him and gave me some money for some advice. I doubt he heard what I had to say, but since he was entertained, he gave me more money. It was an odd feeling. and it was odd feeling odd.