i wonder if there is anyone out there.
this is so quiet.
i haven't heard a car or a yell...
did the mothership come early?
i wonder if i would keep writing,
even if i knew there was nobody left.
or would the vomit just
keep
on
flowing.
maybe i should go and steal the best car on the block!
this is great!
the rapture has to have been,
i haven't heard a sound in hours!
i wonder what car will seem best,
when everyone is gone.
what pants
hat
hairstyle
shoes.
i wonder what words will come
when the world is ablaze
the restaurants empty
the ships careening wildly
with no one at the helm.
i wonder if there is anybody out there
on this cold autumn night
or if it is just me
and the machine
and the words.
if it is, then...
FUCK YOU, BUDDY!
oh.
there goes a scooter.
at least i know
there is at least
one dipshit left here
besides me.