Tuesday, November 17, 2015

erradicate humanity or crisis of fate; the cause that ain't lost isn't worth the hanged man nor his time

drinking into sleep
&
it ain't going well enough.

a cigarette.
another.

dull blade,
I clean the wax & ash 
from under fingernails.

another.

slowly
slowly
perspective gets weird 
vertically
&
horizontally.
ethyl.
another.

as 
" the bosses  right to live 
is mine to die"

&
another,
saturation to the software fuck up point,
hence
i get nostalgic
sentimental,
all the petty malfunctions.

another.
100 & some more proof,
a stupid angloamerican measurement
24 grad,
that one i know & understand.
serious poison.

&
another.
what the hell was I intending to write,
i can't recall

pass out time.

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