It’s fucking cigarettes, pacing and smoking, hours day weeks months.
Something gotta give.
You satellite, where it’s ,it’s circles, orbiting around the same.
Feckless.
Doomsday and shit.
It’s the freak out.
You can curse, but it’s,,,see yah eight.Like ahh,, where it goes.
Asleep.
Da..
Freighting underneath.
I it’s nothing, it’s,,,
(stretch)
Unwell.
Think, gotta think, use clear head.
(you need water)
Yes .
I’ll smoke another butt,then water, and hush.
Gotta knock it off
dawn 