I can hear worms scrape through the dirt under the sidewalk, and both ends of cellphone conversations a block away. Everyone's laughing at me... my blood vessels are sticking out like rope, throbbing, about to explode!
I know something's wrong. The glue and plastic fumes from all the shiny new buildings is poisoning me, making me super sensitive, like a spider.
You see what I mean, above? My eyes are so powerful I can pick out individual molecules in midair! And I can hear those two-faced signs, below, laughing at me and calling me names, "U ho! U mad! You pathetic, ass-face freak! Ah... ha ha ha!"
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I just stole a couple 3-packs of that new instant coffee from Starbucks and poured it in my beer. Once it kicks in and I'm back in the flow, invisible, I'm heading for Grand Central to jump a train north -- the air up there will fix me up. I know it's cold and I only got this t-shirt, but I've been sweatin' like a pig, so I ain't worried at all...
