Open Water

sometimes it’s my list. sometimes it’s a list comprised of other people’s lists. nothing is original, don’tchaknow. not since everybody stole the blues and called it something else anyway. quite unlike my food, I don’t care where it comes from. long as it eventually lands on my plate. I wanna see Flat Worms play the men’s room at a rest stop in northern Cal. and Shame in a basement at some dead-end high school party. and I just want ISS to stand in the back making fun of everybody.