NotebookThree.UnNumbered.Untitled by j z provo D term 90 Underneath the Outer Layer of gray matter Lies the spot where the pain scratches Away... there, to the rear. Now it found An icepick; cold& sharp it pecks away at my brain (where I know there are no nerves and therefore this isn't happening the way I feelthinkbelieve it is) like a sandpiper on the shore For it digs, I have no clue. Or maybe it's just me, mad at myself for what I did to you. But what is a Gelatenous Oozer doing in my output stream? Thots of one sliming its way thru the neural nets that are me Rise now, when an icepick Chips away at my natural self; A cancer, left to prowl thru what's left of my ruined mind... That battle-scarred, uneven terrain where Hamitt balked and down-shifted his rig to avoid capture but was lost anyway when they were just waiting for him on the other side. But 'twas the wrong night 4 the' grumblebums to be passive, and so they leaped and danced and softly stroked 1 another in public places, emitting the occasional soft moan or whimpering cry of ejaculation. Did it start? asked the Lateman as I clocked out the wrong partner and quickly strode off to the plaza for to fetch another half of the human copulating unit.