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| i have a head full of tin. tin din upon tin din. radarhead. i send out the signal. emitting from my crotch. twisting and squirming against the fabric. i have a head full of song. tin songs that play in the waiting rooms i wait in. i wait like a man. freshly laundered and pressed. well dressed. clean shaven. black tongue twitching inside my rotten mouth. i smile. and the screams start. screams of tin and traffic. i have of head full of screams. the rain plays against the train window in minor key. and i want to sing along. to sing my tinny song. cell phones are ringing. they are singing. i have a head full of metal beats. i had decided last week to leave my art and go to sleep for a long time. and here i am again. sitting in traffic, listening to the ambulance siren song. i start to sing along. i have a head full of shit. this is it. nothing more. nothing less. it is what it is. random electrical impulses rule my thoughts. rewired. im so fucking tired. i have a head full of sugar and flowers and light. i am bright. nova (caine) its all about to begin again. |