skin cancer and death are different. I only hate one of them.
hours of *** and no ******, I am only sad of one.
Sweetness and phone calls and ghost telephones.
what am I trying to call?

I don't know. I know that whatever soul or force answers I can talk.
I can chat all night. I too will suffer all these things and when I'm in the ether of heaven I will answer the phone. I will explain nothing, I will say to go, go on and pretend it lasts forever. If not you go on towards an ending. Maybe there is none. I know, do you?

Worn out shoes that hurt, no money to resolve the issue. Find a pill or a drink or a friend or a field or the ocean or a bad habbit to soothe thy foot. Thy, there , then. it is all ****** babe. fast food, cigarettes, western medicine, drink or gasoline. The ******* figured out how to get paid and get away with it. It, what is that........its you.