Driving a machine called a body. Moving from place to place.
A screen called routine,
Running a screen, screening calls. An 18 wheeler has incredible velocity behind it, all that weight, traveling.
Gravity rides with you tonight, give it the respect it deserves.
Vicious stomach cramps.
Aches.
Maybe 6 months.
Sometimes you gotta wonder what’s going to kill you and when,
And I wonder if my friend is drinking and crying, crying over something that doesn’t deserve it.
Tragedy.
But “out of your hands” tragedy.
Just like a comet is snagging onto the gravity of a nearby moon along the way,,.
No tears for that, nature in action..
No tears,just a head hanging down, just pouring and pouting,,
Normie as a muh fucka…
Typical.
ILL currency 💵
Misery Dollars.
Depression bucks.
The sunshine, bleeding you empty…
If you’re in a shit spot.
I still feel, I just don’t want to interact with it. Excise the engagement. Extract the encephalopathy.
Water head …
You water headed dummy.
Dildo diagram, dastardly dilemma, deputy dawg dealing doughnuts directly downtown.
Diligent.
Flick a booger at you…
Splat.
Pat you on the back and wipe it off real sly like, make it seem like I care…
I do care.
I wouldn’t really wipe a booger on you..
Got some weird feeling..
Some quick mental flash in the mind.
Someone is drinking and crying.. which is normal..
But the place…it can lead to something else, I’m not sure why the image popped into my head…
I’m supposed to go hang out with Alex but I know he’ll be drunk, being the undrunk one isn’t fun, and ,,and and and…
Rather nod.
Tap in a code – Poe
I need to get in the water.
dawn 