i wander around the morning, seeking a cure, looking through the pages of a book, newspapers, seeking out the eye door but finding vacancy i drink my medicine like a naughty citizen. later someone calls but he is a fantasist, a romantic in a strange wall of internet obsessions and tired of fictions he wears me out with his cyclic loops and ukrainian ambitions. behind each sentence lurks a scorpion sting, quick to attack, challenge and protect, the fabrication, it's like being in someone else's lucid dream. i escape by the escape hatch, it's non linear and unpredictable but it always has a softer landing. 
my body is juiced up, good juice to, hemp seeds, dandelions, green stuff, my back feels broken, pain shoots it's way around it like electricity and i have developed a cough i can't shake away. this is life after detox. 
i slip into my book, i slip into something more comfortable, i slip over a banana skin some one left laying around the pathway, i slip into a freudian slip under a girls dress, i slip and dip, i slip slop in the sun, i'm slippery dipping, slip sliding away, drifting with a band of persian acrobats in a circus act, reading fortunes in cards, palms and if you pass me your trinkets i will see things that will come to pass. oh the omens are ill fated, danger, be aware, a dark stranger in tent will take your money and leave you stranded in confusion and fear, he's an agent of chaos, a reaper, a raver, a cosmic merry prankster with a special bright pointy hat.
at the bank i argue with the fat cats, why the fuck can't i have a big fucking loan. i'm have a fail safe water tight plan to get us cashed up.
the fat cats all look puzzled, especially the loans officer who actually had told me twice to leave.
'i have a fool proof way to generate money, i just need money to do it.'
'but you have no collateral.'
'collateral damages, just give me the cash.'
'well what's the idea.'
'i can't tell you that, you will reject my idea and then go and copy it for yourself.'
'we won't do that mr. mission.'
i don't trust these fat cats, you can see how easy it is for them to lie by looking at their grins, they don't even try hard.
'okay, give me all the cash in your bank and then i will open up another bank. my bank will loan your bank the money you loaned me, as you will need it for your bank, but i will charge you double the interest you have charged me. that way i can pay your loan back and the interest and keep the extra interest that i charged you.'
'why would we do that.'
'exactly!'
outside sun drenched tuesday seems to pass by at a slower rate than monday, i like the pace of today, feels like i've accomplished a lot but really i have frittered away all my time. 
maybe i should ask the bank to loan me some and they can keep their money. 
what would you rather have?