Think big, girl, like a king. Think kingsize. Did you learn nothing in America? I’ve placed four big bananas in my lap. In New York I don’t dream. I always wanted to be less subculturally lonely. But here, I see no subculture. No, no future, no big science, no big bananas. But I found no, no future. I rock the bananas gently, move back and forth. Don’t wake them. What is soft dick rock? Using the elements of dick to create a softer toned down sound. I sing to the bananas. The skin is getting thin and brown. Norway, the girls are pretty. I am one forth Danish. If you have a child you better learn how to bake. I beckon the cupcake - The huge capitalist clit. I search the oven, scrub the racks. Put my whole head inside but I just can’t find it. It’s like looking other window in there. The bananas rocked slowly in my lap. Silently, wildly, girly. The rash is an opportunity A common disease, something in common A community, the definition must to be something attacking itself. Four flaking, flaccid fingers. No future. Oh, the fruit flies.