am i a little bit nutty just a wee *** of crazy warped, maybe.
But no sugar, please this cafe full of clowns, drones, on an awning of sounds i yawn when I'm sick till my stomach sits nausea won't close my eyes I'll stare at the nothing, an eternal sky feel myself break into atoms one by one neglected by realness lost in my own particles until I am all prickles evaporated and dry.