I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack.

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1. I stood at my window staring at an arcing streetlight. A sudden wind made me pull my shoulders to my ears. I pissed into the dark. It smelled like canned tuna. My swollen lip throbbed. I could still taste the blood. My eyes rolled back looking for memories. I stopped. I was changing details in my mind, remembering only what I wanted it to be, not what it was. I had only a short time to do what had to be done, after that it would all be forever absorbed by my imaginary Jack. (Work name: en)

Creators (2)

Writer

1. Hardy Fox composer for The Residents
2. Homer Flynn

Publisher

1. Pale Pachyderm Publishing

Recordings (6)

1. [untitled] 2:55 partial by The Residents (28 Mar 2005)
2. [untitled] 6:51 partial by The Residents (28 Mar 2005)
3. [untitled] 1:38 partial by The Residents (28 Mar 2005)
4. [untitled] 1:22 partial by The Residents (28 Mar 2005)
5. [untitled] 6:28 partial by The Residents (28 Mar 2005)
6. [untitled] 10:09 partial by The Residents (28 Mar 2005)