We are Out of Concrete.

A transvestite who is stoned—A tree can grow inside. It can use ceiling lights, whether florescent or yellow, to photosynthesize. It does not have to discriminate. There is a funny tense to my verbal delivery. The tree is inside. I do not want the tree outside. A tree likes rain, but it is too cold for this tree. This tree likes rain in the summer. Again, it sounds funny. My verbal delivery. That means the structure of what I am saying, the verbs I am using, and the content of what I am saying. The lights are not on. The tree is asleep. I do not like the cold. I like the rain in the summer, when I am outside. My cigarettes are asleep. They need to wake up. I cannot smoke here. I need to be like an outside tree: go on the stairs to smoke. The stairs outside are black. The stairs have drips of paint. The drips of paint on the stairs are painted over older drips of paint. The drips drip down. The stairs are meant for going down. In case of fire, use the stairs. The drips of paint drip down on the stairs. Drips, they do not drip. They stay still. The tree moves. The tree grows down and the tree grows up. It has leaves that I can see. It has roots that I could see. I can see the roots, if I took the tree out of the dirt. The tree likes dirt, it has nutrients. A tree can grow inside. It can use ceiling lights, whether florescent or yellow, to photosynthesize. It does not have to discriminate. It grows up and grows down. It likes the dirt and it has dirt. A tree can grow inside.