Do things that drug addicts do without the drugs. . Get ****** motel rooms and sit there with strangers. Sit in parking lots in cars just looking around, looking at my phone.. lying alot.

you are as if others are not.

your golden breath spills onto my impoverished senses
i can hear it and taste it and touch it.
robbie-***** poem. The lonely *****.
double ended *****. One with 70s sideburns. One with a crew cut. One with a bowl cut.
your face carves its way through the destruction, and sits like a madness in my mind. It is the obect at the end of the sphynxs stare.
its shape is a fixture to be studied by scholars and religious leaders everywhere. a cornerstone to interperate the dna of angels,
the origins of beauty shaped by the mouth of god.