Issue 5, Winter 2008

Travis Unleashed
by Shahar Gold

Noisy Bettie Melafefon away safely in bubble I fantasize.  Noisy Bettie Melafefon and wife shrekking can’t infiltrate self serving Bettie can’t masturbate stepping creaking Bettie have to wait for night time piss machine Bettie relinquish me basement.  Noisy Bettie Melafefon in bubble I fantasize.  Rustling.  2 – 3 – plug ears, footsteps, yeah.  Bettie in a bubble.  Bubble Bettie Bobbing.  Mrs. Hayworth says I need to toughen up.  I want to hurt Mrs. Hayworth.  People on the street do not exist.  They are real.  They are not pieces of shit.  They do not stare at me.  I am mentally ill.  I do not want them to die.  They do not know my thoughts.  No one knows who I am.  Nothing has anything to do with me.  No one knows me.  This is the real world.  There is no revenge.  No one knows my thoughts.  No one knows my thoughts.  No one knows my thoughts.  No one knows my thoughts.  That should piss them off.  No one knows my thoughts.  Hot.  I should take a shower.  Have to wait for Bettie and Okrah.  It’s all about that Bettie and Okrah.  What would I ever do without that Bettie and Okrah.  Break me off a piece of that sweet Bettie and Okrah.  Got to have lots and lots of all that Bettie and Okrah.  Bettie and Okrah.  Shrrekkinnooay.  Creak.  Making way for night time I hope.  Gotta feed tha feed tha feed tha feed tha piss ma-chiine.  That means juice for juice for juice for juice for juice for meee.  Pooping Bettie put poo poo paper on table so smooth.  Adult females stare on the bus.  Mrs. Hayworth says it’s normal for people to inflict pain on you.  She says it’s ok as long as you don’t do it back.  Call Springer wish me happy birthday.  Send some fucking pens my way.  Break and enter neighbour voices, maybe something bigger to come.  Enough.  Van-Hafid.  011-972-3-137-****.  Break and enter neighbour sneeze.  Nothing to do with me.  No one knows who I am.  This is the real world.  They are not pieces of shit.  I do not want them to die.  It is normal to sit at home with every window closed and hear the neighbours sneeze.  No one knows my thoughts.  Nothing to do with me – neighbour sneeze – nothing to do with me.  This is the real world.  No one knows who I am.  No one knows anything – neighbour sneeze – about me.  It is normal for distant sneezes to make their way into your living room through walls and closed windows.  No one is breaking into my house.  Nothing to do with me no one knows anything about me or my sensitivity to germs.  No one knows my thoughts.  This is the real world.  Nothing to do with me.  No one knows who I am.  No one knows my thoughts.  Ok.  Pick up the phone.  Springer didn’t pick.  Leave him a message?  Nah hang up.  Tried to pick up earphones dropped lawnmower muffs on floor they broke.  Everything has a price.