they come, and they go
things continue to bounce
bleeeeeeeeeeeeed, memories, dreams

sick sickly sick sickly sick
scanning
putting off writing what i really want to say

which is
i'm a sick fuck
and i don't like it right now
as i've said so many many many times

but it's a niche, birch, in march it will perch on another angle, emblossen, take charge

i don't know where i am anymore - i dunno who i'm supposed to be - my character is off model in every frame

drinking water
water drinking


treatment center? sounds good - are there fragments of selves i want to recover? maybe - i'm not sure - the ones that loved, and got left? bitterness -

well, health is wealth, they say

i wish i could kill my desire to take intoxicants
i wish i could do that
it doesn't have to be like this

well, another shake, maybe a rattle
and an afternoon nap, i take