emotions ponder my thoughts /
as i wish my soul in a cookie jar on mars.
void. the ticket to the planet is gilded with /
nothing but brain-thoughts.
or is it?

somebody has to buy / there is a market.
somebody has to believe / there is a market.
i raise the price and pray to god /
or whatever: demand's elasticity, be low!
perceived value will follow / when words pour out into the silence.

the more i talk, the preciouser it gets.
and suddenly it appears:
i have beaten the law /
of demand and supply.
or have i?

smarties fall on my palm
like my smart words out of my huge genital.
('swallow 'em, kant! swallow! and pay!)
i behold the coloures /
as they melt in my hand.
they lied about consistency /
and i am empty.
but then i feel saturated with yawn.
the blue ones are the best.

i open the door and switch on the bulb.
electricity flows. i sit down and read.
why? why, brad? she was so full of life!
why? why, angelina? you did not inhale?
all those blurry pictures. she is fucking hot.

emptiness follows/
as i pull the handle/
i watch the vortex and wonder about/
the southern cross and the smell.

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