Homeless. Crazy. Everything is smooth. No, no one really knows enough. No one cares enough, or gets it. Close to charity, all is oppressive. Keys on treble, wishing everything was ******* brilliant. My planning is a bet that it all comes part unevenly. Yeah, neon smokescreen, lime green cigarettes, and I'll leave you to carry that sentiment on your shoulders. I hope you feel empathy like a child that's ****** the bed; warm and embarrassed, take as a symbol of habitual weakness. Take it like a pill with tap water that sticks in the throat like a brick.
Next door to inhumanity. Every day is slightly darker than the last. ****. forgot the punchline⦠something about how daylight fades and darkness falls. If we could all be so clumsy and respected. A "feared klutz." Anyways. All the geniuses are dead, and I hate most writers; Snarky, uppity, *******. They're all dirt now.
I passed a man who spoke gibberish, but ended his mush mouth with some statement about getting food. I told him, "I got nothing on me." I lied. Of course I ******* lied, I had almost $270 dollars in my wallet, cash. I don't even know what I'm supposed to do with the money. Just **** it away, I guess. Start looking for another handout myself. I can see the lines- washed out, skillfully ignorant or oblivious & whoever said I was a loser first, won the grand prize. Some truth in the universe.