While I'm on the subject.
One time.
As I lay on the concrete doorstep in front of my house,
I closed my eyes and imagined
a kitchen knife
sliding
across my throat
a red river behind it.
And I thought to myself,
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if I never had to get up?"
As I lay on the concrete doorstep in front of my house,
I closed my eyes and imagined
a kitchen knife
sliding
across my throat
a red river behind it.
And I thought to myself,
"Wouldn't it be wonderful if I never had to get up?"