Blank slate.

how can you fix your depression with indifference. two blues to go with my dollar domestic in a hour the frontal lobe goes dark. i don't feel for anything . laying on my friends couch asking for her fingers in my hair. how strange it is to find yourself in your stained button up and wing tips dancing on the plaza. the local street preacher even finds himself perplexed. maybe this is one better off not saved. some drugs we do for fun , some we do so we can have fun. some drugs leave you in a white room waiting for slow melodic ticking of the clock to run out .

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