hey, I'm seeing spiders & shadows & lights again & there comes a point in your life when you realize it's all this forced speech about how the weather is fine & no one has died that shouldn't have.
it's like sitting in an unfamiliar bathtub til the water goes cold, knowingly just floating in frosty clouds of your own filth, that sick type of epiphany that we're all just sad little feeder fishes painted gold that live to eat **** **** float get old go blind become senile then hopefully die before anything too terrible happens. happy ends.
high noon & the horse flies are biting, for the life of me. if you find yourself dead or alive. they'll pay you for perfect timing.
so smile sunshine the drain hasn't swallowed you yet.