I tried to get somewhere today.  
I got lost, ended up on Dolphin Road, went home.  
That felt bad.  The noise in my ears, the pressure in my head and an itch on my skin felt worse.
I am punished for the promiscuity of my ancestors.  
I could beat the dust into the other dust and role around there for a while.  
Might make me feel better.
Probably wouldn't.