I want to make connections
between the coffee and the sugar
my mouth and your mouth
string our theories along

jesus strung up on the cross
jeremy strung out
with the wash
they're the same, right?

with a want to die
to allow my body to be finally connected with the earth

I wish I were retarded and
could only process certain things
limitations and parameters with which to make connections
instead of this eternal torrent of senselessness
downloading me down
always different, never the same, indifferent
always the same
in its difference