Tuesday, November 18, 2008
The Malefactor (Zloumyshlennik)
I wake up running. The DMT is making my world look flat like through a window, this is the best way to see India when you really don't wanna be there.
The hospital has let us out on day release, me and Squizz took some DMT at the chicken shop and now I'm running.
Squizz disappeared, not sure were he is, don't even care, if i did wouldnt be much doin about it. A kid gets in my path, gets in my way and i skip him swiftly, no problem.
There's so much rubbish in india, my hospital smock is getting snagged on things, bins, scrapmetal hitten my shins. Stray dogs curse me and the wrestler that's chasing me, that Doc ain't gonna catch me I'm too high, too sharp, he's blunt like wet clay.
I can see a huge pyramid of boxes, I'm gonna go for it, just sixteen more steps, when I get to two I dive into the brown geometry with their hard soft right angles, scrambling through edges and planes I can see home on the other side.