easy to think this convoluted without the pills. when the yshow up (thick
sticky mess) no thoughts not really. really. what i did: made you what i
THOUGHT you should be. what i knew i could handle. asked you nicely (with
fucks and don’ts) not to call. not to (don’t) [fucking] call.
wrote you a six page letter in headaches (mine. not yours).
done. i’m (dead and) quite possibly (buried) somewhere.
yer (blood alcohol content is through the roof) fucking everyone
you know (not me not again).
sorry this is how it comes out. grammar fucked (spellin’ all
fouledupanyhow, these synapses (open circuit failure) switched to ‘off’).
least i’ve still got my head/pills (and the parenthesis within parenthesis
(see; misuse)).
ceci n’est pas une fenetre. it’sbrokeni’mbleeding. put my head
through it. shouted yer name watchin’ bill cosby do his thing (you always
liked the huxtables).
conclusion’s like breaking plates or shooting birds (or shooting plates and
breaking birds). feel SO FUCKIN’ bad for that bird (brains in hands on dirt
still warm). not so bad for the plates (no brains, lot like you and me and
them).
this conclusion’s lot like breaking bird with plate. not so upset ‘bout the
plate (my side my lies my dementia). upset ‘bout you (yer side, yer lies,
yer brains all over the floor still warm). and (here’s where the pills come
in) fuck you and yer brains. xanex says so. can’t think. can’t think to
argue.
(can’t find the glue for all this skin hangin’ off.)
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