Leaning on a pillow of flowers watching slugs rolling joints of rose petals getting up and trying to walk right leg walks just fine left, drags behind move you ******* old ******* was that a demand or a command to a man, there is a difference cent clears right there, my right legs stands left to come and joins it now so not feeling the same now counting to ten woke up this morning with all this in my head think somehow my brain rolled out my ear thinking about the night before and wished I was dead it was at that point my own brain slapped me between the eyes