the future stretches out as far as a sloth can see, but not being a sloth and the sloth not being me, I see only as far as my next cup of tea.
hey! it's Thursday give me a break.
I wait patiently for communion, that first sweet sip of wine.
and my radio switched over to lightwave, working well though it's still dark outside, I tried to switch over before I went under, but stuck on this frequency she tries to alter me, words often fail me yet she never does.