Mind of a Graffiti Artist

now in his mind there are many gears rusty but funtional. they meter out the letters and create words that may even form a Structure from time to time. iron oxide filled metallic brown bullfrogs line up along the inside of his head. synonymous with repetative lauguage but they prove to be good fishermen with poles made of wrenches and lines anchored with decayed bolts and strange adverbs. sometimes the rust flakes off his toungue and you can almost hear @#$% this not again. but he is steadied by a cup of folgers dry roast in a white styrofoam cup. he is comforted by the fact that the world has coffee filled styrofoam cups. this world cannot get by on mere loaves and fishs he thinks... now the lines have become to heavy and grandiose they are ready to.... snap.. fall apart... come undone... perhaps the malaria has set in again he got it from a metallic mosquito with the head of a syringe in juarez mexico. in his delerium.. beside his delerium.. underneath his delerium... he deconstructs ancient alphabets.. english.. greek... aramaic... phoenician .... cuniform. .. UnTil.. aLL.. T.hat .." is.. le,ft..is H&ro6lyphics^^. he feels it is enough for now and grabs the spray bottle...