There is light eminating from a certain point. Outward jump hundreds of red yellow green stripes of varying thicknesses. They are slowly spinning speeding up alternating left right. It seems to dictate the horizon. Millions of three ringed rainbow green disci roll underneath laying out some landscape. Yellow inkblots lined with red grow spotty flourescent primitive. Purple green rippling static old TV screen hazy film overlap. This is what I see when I squeeze my eyelids shut press on my eyeballs in a dark room. I have worn this yellow shirt for three days.
Sometimes I sit in my basement in my underwear and begrudgingly watch George Lopez at 2 a.m. and eat consecutive bowls of Honey Nut Cheerios. I would like to meet a pleasant girl with long dark hair who likes 20th Century Classical music and doesn't mind the fact that my showers are infrequent.