held in a bong hit sitting in a hot tub in south wisconsin. i feel amazing when i'm all alone switching between porn and robocop.
turned off my cell phone, drank a bottle of wine and read a cometbus and passed out naked, shriveled. stumbled to bed in a fucked up sleepwalk.
i got so tired of discussing my future that i've started avoiding the people i love. evenings of silence and mornings of nausea.
i heard the worst news ever in a bathrobe of off-white terricloth translated by technology from your voice extremely inaccurately.
i got so tired of discussing my future that i've started avoiding the people i love. evenings of silence and mornings of nausea. shake and sweat and don't throw up.
i got so tired of discussing my future that i walk through my life like i'm the only one with evenings of silence and mornings of nausea. shake and sweat and don't throw up.
cleaned up the empty bottles let the smoke out through chilly windows. i used the stationary bike. i watched the end of price is right. ordered and egg white sandwich and i drove south through mid-day traffic while i called up some folks i truly love and hung up after they said "hello."