an uneven canvas,

my head, lest we be mistaken.

An ultraviolent experience; stuck in that waiting room.

I grabbed it by the neck and it lingered there,

twisting and shaking, and scantily clad.

We thought of something , whilst we were wired for sound,

we thought of everything.

I paid 7 dollars for it back then ( sometimes you get more for less_)

so I would definitely pay 10 dollars for it now ( sometimes you get less for more)