text: I scratch my kneck. My eyes burry themselves into the walls. My head twitches. "I wonder where it went," I think. I get up from my bed. Pacing, I hum an arpeggiated tritone. Over and over again. *Hmm, hmm, hmmm*. My phone rings, but I ignore it. The ringing creates dissonance with my humming. My head twitches, I scratch my kneck. "There you are," I think. I run to the left wall. I put my face real close to it: the spider. The spider has been in the room for weeks, but I have not been able to catch it. I lost it a few days ago, but now I see it again. "I got you now," I laugh. The spider disappears. I wake up on my bed. I sit up, scratch my kneck, look at the ceiling. "I wonder where it went," I think. The phone laughs at me: *Ring, ring, ring*. I ignore it. My head twitches violently. I get up from my bed. I start to pace. I look at the right wall. The paint is violet. Seeping into my eye-sockets, pain swims in my eyelids. I scream. I writhe on the floor. I bang my head on the carpet. Over and over and over again until the pain spills out my eyes. I see the spider. "I got you now!" I yell. I wake up. I scratch my kneck. The spider is nowhere to be seen. I won't sleep until the spider is exterminated. I can't sleep until the spider is gone. Then, it will be pure. It will be true. "I wonder where it went," I shriek. "Spider. Spider. Spider. Where are you? I want you. I need you. Come, spider. Please?" The spider appears. My head twitches. The spider hums. The phone rings. "Get it," says the spider. "No," I say "Why?" "Because I despise you," I reply. I wake up. The spider is on my forehead. I try to get up, but my body is unable to move. The spider laughs. I can't scratch my kneck. My head is locked into place. The phone rings. "Let me get the phone," I shout at the spider. "Nah, you lost your chance," the spider said. "Please?" "Nope." "Please. Please. Please! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!PLEASE!!PLEASE!!! The phone stops. I feel the spider on my forehead. I am disgusted. "What did I do wrong?" "You tried to kill me, you fucking psycho," the spider said. "Well, of course." "Why of course?" "You are a spider. Spiders are to be exterminated." "Fuck you," I close my eyes. I try to wake up. Nothing happens. I can faintly hear drums. "You are going to die." "Please, no!" "I don't want to," said the spider, "but you keep trying to kill me. What else am I to do?" "Don't!" The drums start to get louder. "Will you stop trying to kill me?" "NEVER!!!!" I shriek. I struggle. I struggle. I struggle. "Then I'm gonna kill you." The drums bang in my ears. "NOOOOOO!!!" I cry. "Die, Nazi." I sleep.