spraying the streets of plovdiv,
buying two and a half grams of cocaine for
twenty U.S. dollars,
telling the Peace Corps kids it cost sixty
but this is old stuff, now his plans are bigger, smashing the work
of months into weeks, waking from the sleep
of the common automaton,
chasing that super-efficiency rule,
driving and smoking like crazy,
runningrunning, readingreading,
taking notes,
carrying the camera,
talkingscreaming,
slamming the doors with a gunblast,
swallowing just enough xanax and rivotril.
listen,
he can't explain this to you in the bitesize little
pieces you like:
information of a low importance index;
stupid attractive things that add
nothing
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