oh,
well...
shit.
three days to clear/close/lose your head.
*un éditer*
as my man billy idol says, fucking start again.
crazy? crazy is unfeeling, wheeling dealing, skin peeling and never healing. crazy is cuts and incisions and pretending to make decisions, crazy is eating cents and menses, saying please and straddling fences. crazy is hospital scrubs and frozen thumbs smoking a cigarette in eight degrees listening to your chest wheeze, "whitney please! lose the habit!" crazy is out of time like that white rabbit; crazy is fun, body doesn't want to be a nun legs just want to run sleep just wants the sun. crazy is a sunbeam smiling as your body screams walking in a lucid dream picking at your body's seams. crazy is chlorophyll photosynthesizing to your heart's fill, still always ill making my own pain to kill. crazy is unconsenting unrelenting;crazy hurts like there are no words. crazy is a blue balled fist and a bloody wrist masked as you laugh with your skin and stroke your chin and saaaay oh god no way out of fucking seasonal seretonin droughts...crazy is a puddle of ultraviolet, body uber silent, coiled like a cobra soiled by some lover, the taste of copper and copulation and what is that burning sensation? crazy is bad jokes and no hope; crazy is a blood caldera, ring around your nostril body heading downhill
retching
choking
start again.