Imp: Peach, Mint
I've got a word stuck in my head today. Or is it two words? Or is it three words? I've got either one, two, or three words stuck in my head today.
You have them stuck there too. Look.
The whole fucking country has those words floating around their heads like rose petals in a North Wind. Is it two words: Peach. Mint?
Peaches are good. Juicy. Nourishing. Clean the poisons out. Peaches clean the poisons out that the bad people give you before they rape you. Peaches are good. Mint is a natural breath freshener. You can but some at the co-op. Just like that. Fresh breath. After you've eaten something dead and moldy that someone gave you; after you've swallowed the dead mold thing whole; you swallowed it whole; after you've been poisoned and lied to and taken for a fool and raped...Peach. Mint. That'll clean you right up. It's gonna be okay. We're in this together.
Imp. What. An. Imp. What a fucking imp, that fucking chimp. Imp. I like peaches, imp. And Mint. Imp: Peaches and Mint, you fucking chimp. Imp: Peach, Mint. That's what I'm telling you, Imp. Peach. Mint.
The whole fucking country has those words floating around their heads like rose petals in a North Wind. Can't get rid of them. I can feel them floating down, covering the ground, landing on rooftops, making the children giggle. One word. You know that word. Can't get it outta your fucking head, Imp. Peach. Mint.
It's gonna be okay.