happy fucking fathers day

I am scared of spiders inside my basement

I see them and began to cry hysterically and freak out and shake

and jump on furniture

but outside,

them bitches aint got nothin on me

I have decided that this is my brain making a physical metaphor

for my thoughts

my house is my safe place, it represents my mind that I am fortifying

and those spiders are the bad thoughts that sneak in without me noticing

and then they are in there, creeping around, laying their eggs of doubt and deceit

but outside my house/brain I can squash them, they cant hurt me

I am either extremely brilliant, or desperate to create a plausible reason

for being scared shitless

of spiders in my mothafugginhouse

a la claire fontaine should be youtubed by everybody

because it is a beautiful sad song, and suits my mood

CJ