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A. Walrus

I don't know how to party. We've been over this. I like to stay inside. It's warm. I don't have to worry about it. When I go out, I worry about it all the time. I just want to go home. I just want to go to sleep.

I stay in with the Walrus. The doctor said it was O.K. I brought him home in his orange suit. I can't see the sun to see my Walrus. The doctor said it was fine. I squeeze the cap. The Walrus teeth smile like a Cheshire cat.

That Walrus climbs into my mouth and sleeps under my tongue. Makes an acquaintance with my veins then opens the doors of perception with a poison-tipped umbrella. I should go to sleep but I don't. So we wrestle and I smile while the Walrus makes mischief.

I've been waking up in the morning with dried spit of a Walrus kiss and text messages I didn't know existed. I didn't know we were talking. I'm glad we said something. I wish I didn't use so many exclamations. I'm not as excited in the morning but I don't wake up till noon anyway.




I don't remember anything. I prefer it.

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