on wednesday night, them up and drinking and drugging …loving fucking nothing but whatever blunts boredom (blunts pills bottles). two downed twenty two’s… oh zZz’s tingling skin screams lips apart, lungs thrusting heart, telling her name, passions, standing, plans tomorrow; everything. even doomed, dark visions on the verge of passing out: the bleeding, bloody, dead. those questions about reality are unexplainable, sometimes normal is different: remembering not recommended. sometimes you can’t comprehend it.
