“I’m a flea-bit peanut monkey
All my friends are junkies
That’s not really true”
and Thorizine, Haloperidol, Seroquil (SP? each)
and… some other shit… oh, yeah…
Xanax, and Ativan, and
it all ain’t nuthin, man
nothing puts me to sleep

anymore on the rainy day
as would be
today

and what not
and OBSESSION
i believe
it never dies

the fuckin sunrise, fuckin sunrise, fuck fuck fuckin sunrise bullshit… now how am i ever going to survive!?!??!?!?!?!!?

presently, i believe, the intranasal induction may be the preferred affect more readily achieved

:EDIT: and now, of course… it’s all, all long gone…

these aren’t electric
though many have been
and in five days, Adderazilla will rise
and save this slave until then
moving toward the benzodiaza-days
only temporary, no worries
i fear i lose my mind
now and then
and then
and now
and i fear i may not make it
to the “Pocketfest”
for the death of the dying-of
the trying love
the opaite withdrawal syndrome
well known to man and measure, and doctor,
and pleasure.

Yet i prowl
around these things
pills, and what pills and what
not
and not is the answer
and not is not the answer
and i cry but for hope
i spit in its face
“For Hate’s Sake” like…
one hand killing me
one hand make me feel good
perfect as mathematical

and in the end it’s you
and some others not listed, for i ass-like, and lazy
and i am but minuscule
breeze upon your wind of days

and i am saddened, i see
it turns out to be this way

misery
no mystery
what a fucking
goddamn funny fucking joke

Slow poke: i bet you read, for insight
that what you find in mine
these most recent ramblings
this sick web
ah
ma
site

and that be you,
you ill, and ill-processed,
and all you other bitches: fuck it.
just words
just all we ever had
i guess

upon unnerved rambling