Fuck me, 3164 words & only halfway?
At 3164 words in, I'm only on suicide number 5 out of 10. Talkative little fucker my suicide artist turns out to be.
If I were 22, I'd put this away & force myself to write one (1) haiku every day for 2 weeks, nothing else. But I am a geezer & I cannot afford to squander any gift my muse happens to hand me, no matter how weird & incomprehensible.
So, thanks I guess. Thank you for being a persistent crazy-ass muse.
If I were 22, I'd put this away & force myself to write one (1) haiku every day for 2 weeks, nothing else. But I am a geezer & I cannot afford to squander any gift my muse happens to hand me, no matter how weird & incomprehensible.
So, thanks I guess. Thank you for being a persistent crazy-ass muse.