go forever ballistic
Made supper and threw it up tonight.
Put on the same louder than bombs & boy with the arab strap
what...twice? maybe three times each
I can’t replace you.
Man, fuck right now.
I owe apologies.
I owe money.
There’s trouble finding reason to try to be healthier.
There’s a steady fear-deficiency.
It’s went on for a year, this “I can’t go on like this.”
I don’t mean it any less, but it’s less coherent.
Don’t let off the key until the whole piano goes quiet.
& the survey said:
I see a little boy running naked through the woods, screaming from the bottom of his lungs. It’s nighttime and he’s fallen and hurt himself several times.
He’s still running and it’s still pitchblack dark outside right, & It still hurts.