For Doylestown.

I wrote this in August and just recently found it in an old notebook. It made me laugh. Take it for what it is. 

Wawa.

It's gotten hard to see, but you know what you want. A voracious monster in your belly is yelling 'feed me!!' and since it's interrupting the thoughts in your head, you oblige.

Your tunnel vision & shuffling feet lead you to the ambient glow of the touch screen order menu and you grin on the inside (and probably the outside), thinking of your plans for the next 5 minutes: to scarf down as much food as you can carry. & you think to yourself, 

'what in the world can be better than this right

 now?'

2 spliffs and half a Radiohead album later it hits you.

'What could I possibly want more than a hurricane and a cheesesteak?'

Does my stomach even have that capacity?

I should be so lucky.

As your thoughts turn to dreams, dreamt deftly beats barrage your deconstructed mind 

and you knowingly lull to sleep.

Only to repeat the rebellious amusements you've adapted to.

So this is suburbia? So this is entertainment.