the mishap of my thoughts

Wads of spit on the floor with every footstep,as I pass.Walking by someone makes them vulgar as for my disgrace.To despise my eyes that have no intentions of deceit.Get me out of this spooky, place,and kookie, kookie, lend me your comb.Flying clocks,unwinding,stops the stillness of the void of unyielding pain.Extraction,inflatable ,infallible dolls,mumbo jumbo my ears do speak.