Hypomanic transgressions and smirks.
Hiding again from paranoia that lurks.
A synthetic stomach is nauseous and hurts.
Need that ****** script.
Or at least a drug  fix.
It’s been two ******* days.
Colazapine awaits.
but **** there endless games.
Laughing and mocking is all people do.
Left one ravishing in rue.
The ******* television is reading minds with murdering demeanor.
Crave chemicals and drugs that you can make with bleach and cleaners.