There are things we come by and then there are things that come by us. 12 "Red Devils" happened to slide under my bedroom door while I was home earlier. And I am in a bit of a mental psychosis, some might call it a dilemma.
Do I swallow them?
Or do I ignore them and let them rest in my backpack?
So I'm quite warm today...quite.
I've sworn of alcohol for the mean time. I blacked out the other day because I nearly killed a whole bottle of gin by myself. Well there was about a half inch of gin left in the bottle, I pretty much did kill it. I should have known better, but the amount of times I've drank is still under a dozen. It's not really my "thang".
I really want to indulge myself in some psychedelia.
I think I shall choose to explore the realms of my skull later, if nothing better happens upon myself.
I'm not a bad person...Although I know I probably could be. It'd be better if I were, wouldn't it? My daily human interactions wouldn't eat at me through the night. I'd no doubt sleep better. Oh what it would be like to be a consciousless human being...
Fluid Amenities
Today...
I shade myself with a noose
and turpentine.
Doused in gasoline
wrapped in twine.
Elegance denounced by time...
Take it upon myself to
mock my prime.
Oh to be sublime...
Perhaps some other day.
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