STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS

If you hands off the base can of basement base can cave in face twice the wall why the they can take through true the turns to the weak the will willed wall why the fuck I do I cry to you take the you into me into you into me into you why why more no more no more why why me why you why us these why? WHY? WHAT? WHERE? HOW? YOU? ME? US? THESE? WHERE? THOSE? US? OURS? You. Me. Us. You. You. Us. Why. Why me? Why you? Why who, where what when and how? How do we overcome that which defines us, it is a trap, that which defines us, trap. Where do we go? When do we go there? Do we go together? Or do we go alone? Where? When? In the dark? In the dark of the city night. Alone in the dark with the squeals, the rats, the filth and damnation. I talk to you, a steak in the dark, a fine prime rib, I rip you apart from the guts guts and all, I take you apart, I say to you, I look you down, I lay you down, I say to you, "Who are you?" "Who am I?" "Where are we?". I take it off, my obsidian bikers helmet, you see my face, my hair caked to my wet face, you ask me why, you ask why.