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I was borderline batshit, I hadn't slept for two nights, and every time I closed my eyes, my desperate mind sent itself into R.E.M. The hallucinations were only fun up to a point, as soon as I saw monkeys in gas masks, I fixed another *** drank three or four cups, I promised I'd wait up, and Ms. Gloria had promised to come by last night. My belly began to roar, I ate a saltine, one **** packet left, and then no groceries. I opened the freezer, a couple trays of ice, half a fifth of ***** "Ah, hell," and ****** off the remainder in three or four hits. I turned on the tv, I forgot their was a war going on. It didn't take long for my mind to bite. I took a front row seat for the viewing of my ego's defeat. I was holding up well, using the gunshots as a backing symphony to some poetry I was clumsily penning. It was something about texting girls and semi-trucks, but I lost the ******* notepad I was writing it on, I stood up to go take a **** and my head fell to the soles, back met carpet quickly, monkeys and gas masks, I heard my phone ring, I rolled on my side, in an attempt to crawl to it, then woke up 6-hours later, to someone pounding the **** out of my door.
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 9:30 AM UTC
Mr. Underground Goes Batshit, Does the Collapse (Pt. II)
I was borderline batshit, I hadn't slept for two nights, and every time I closed my eyes, my desperate mind sent itself into R.E.M. The hallucinations were only fun up to a point, as soon as I saw monkeys in gas masks, I fixed another *** drank three or four cups, I promised I'd wait up, and Ms. Gloria had promised to come by last night. My belly began to roar, I ate a saltine, one **** packet left, and then no groceries. I opened the freezer, a couple trays of ice, half a fifth of ***** "Ah, hell," and ****** off the remainder in three or four hits. I turned on the tv, I forgot their was a war going on. It didn't take long for my mind to bite. I took a front row seat for the viewing of my ego's defeat. I was holding up well, using the gunshots as a backing symphony to some poetry I was clumsily penning. It was something about texting girls and semi-trucks, but I lost the ******* notepad I was writing it on, I stood up to go take a **** and my head fell to the soles, back met carpet quickly, monkeys and gas masks, I heard my phone ring, I rolled on my side, in an attempt to crawl to it, then woke up 6-hours later, to someone pounding the **** out of my door.
Copyright 2010 by J.J. Hutton
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 9:30 AM UTC
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