  before Gito was shot last week I was standing in a queue waiting to pay for subversive literature when the instore radio played an ad so loud it went right through me I could hear how much the actor was paid to say the words because he didn’
t breathe once in the whole 45 seconds it was a lot especially in comparison to most people’ s money the ad was encouraging me to SPEND QUALITY TIME WITH MY FAMILY THIS WEEKED I listened because that is what I felt like if you felt me you would know all I needed to do was BUY THE VIETNAM WAR PC GAME and play it WITH MY LOVED ONES THIS WEEKEND VERY LOUDLY with spit flying out of the corners of his mouth and THEN EVERYTHING WOULD BE ALRIGHT like Jesus Christ Superstar started puking in the C N A one day last week because it smelled like napalm and I can’
t stand that smell in the morning disgusting bits,  blood,  body pieces,  came flying out of my mouth,  with gob,  you could smell the green bile from halfway across the mall pieces of wet vomit made like a projectile,
 stuck on the plastic stationery oozed down page- a- day diary covers,  derms and offal the passion of Christ had nothing on this filth that flowed,  out my every orifice,  until the C N A succumbed to my own intensely private chainstore massacre shook my head found my balance paid for the Noseweek thanked God for my friends and family left the C N A suffocating with snot stood on its head pressed down hard before I left 
