the fantastic thoughts of mr. fox
[ an incomplete record of the all too frequent misadventures of a dangerously overactive imagination ]

I’m off the nog, I’m off the Loko
I’m off that local, I’m on that global
I often have dreams of being locked in my mamas Volvo
Watching the garage burn down, I’m off the codo
I’m off the top, I’m off some pot
I’m off Ciroc, I’m off a lot
They gave me 10 Days off
That’s an awful lot
I was off campus, but the officer
Told the office, that he saw me from the parking lot
But it’s all good, I’m off that
I’m just finna off his ass, off of the Ave
While rocking all black
Dip off and hide the garbage bags in the dip spot
Just to make sure that I don’t get caught
Buying hella bug spray, making sure I get off
They told me go on and rock it, I told them that it’s lift off
How all my homies get caught, picked off by a dick cop
Why you allowing hiccups, why you just didn’t slip off?
And now I’m at the precinct, and I’m off of my square
Having a white cop beat me while he offers me squares
You gon’ torture me yeah? Well that’s awfully fair
All for nothing, tryna tweak me like you offering years
Bitch I ain’t scared, I’m already here
Tell ya partners and ya friends, the next coffin is there’s
Guess what bitch, I’m from internal affairs
Looking for crooked cops, to tweak so I can offer ‘em years
Have me tweaking, like I’m all full of fear.

“I open my arms wide and let the wind flow over me. I love the universe and the universe loves me. That’s the one-two punch right there, wanting to love and wanting to be loved. Everything else is pure idiocy—shiny fancy outfits, Geech-green Cadillacs, sixty-dollar haircuts, schlock radio, celebrity-rehab idiots, and most of all, the atomic vampires with their de-soul-inators, and flag-draped coffins. 

Goodbye to all that, I say. And goodbye to Mr. Asterhole and the Red Death of algebra and to the likes of Geech and Keeeevin. Goodbye to Mom’s rented tan and my sister’s chargecard boobs. Goodbye to Dad for the second and last time. Goodbye to black spells and jagged hangovers, divorces, and Fort Worth nightmares. To high school and Bob Lewis and once-upon-a-time Ricky. Goodbye to the future and the past and, most of all, to Aimee and Cassidy and all the other girls who came and went and came and went. 

Goodbye. Goodbye. I can’t feel you anymore. The night is almost too beautifully pure for my soul to contain. I walk with my arms spread open under the big fat moon. Heroic “weeds rise up from the cracks in the sidewalk, and the colored lights of the Hawaiian Breeze ignite the broken glass in the gutter. Goodbye, I say, goodbye, as I disappear little by little into the middle of the middle of my own spectacular now”

Tim Tharp - The Spectacular Now

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