I'm A Rocketman.

Fuck.

word virus

In my bathroom, the toilet paper ream should read 'paper out', it's a cheap dirty business in there with the food-ticket teller cheap paper for your asshole in there. On the novel paperback paper there's utter madness in the words, skittering, scattering word viruses, sometimes even paragraph epidemics. In a dampened, darkened room across the hall there are fresh breaths of new life in the chinese lantern uniformity. Outside in the main room there are bright lights, and bright televisions, excessive food consumption, and gluttony of all sorts. Out in the streets beneath this window are junkies, crackheads, meth-heads, and hookers all adorned with there old oldtown charm. Out in this city there are all.