a prayer over a broken album of Neutral Milk Hotel's In the Aeroplane Over the Sea

my height is measured in pillows. 

how many pillows are you?
I am two.
One for my head.
one between my legs.
body and beyond.

the record didn't skip, it shattered.
it kicked 2006 in the dick and then traveled through time
to ake me up while I was sleeping in...

I hate how computers work.

it will never be 5 o'clock

Jerry might quit.
he is eating wings and drinking Yuenglings.
talking about Jesus fucking Christ. 

and on the lazy Fridays.
when the horns play.
I try to remind myself to just listen. 

I will float until I learn how to breathe and read.