dawn

We’re all dying, i know I know ,it’s how it goes,,but agggghhhhhh.

Drinks, death by drinks, professor plum in the library, it’s usually slow, seems like that’s a slow death.

To hear death in someone’s voice over the telephone,,eessshhh, there’s a warble to it, the flow of information is reliving pain so it’s hard for the teller to tell,,, but they gotta,

They gotta tell someone.

Ouchies on the deep deep…

Death hit close to home and the world feels so lonely,guilty I’d imagine,,,bah,,

Has a stink to it.

You don’t wanna smell it or think about it, you’ll lose your mind, fucking around ,thinking about mortality.

(Don’t do that)

No don’t do that, Don’t let it saturate and for fucks sake don’t spread it around. No use in that, not a useful pastime.

Feels like an airplane flew right overhead, like you just dodged a bullet,, hit someone else but not me, still carrying on..

Shakes ya.

Breaks ya down,

Blerggggg,,

Nasty, gives you the Willie’s, it’ll be all of us someday, made peace with it,,,but ughh,,, to be reminded, to hear death in someone’s voice,,, ughh christ almighty,,, terrifying, terrifying in a way that’s tough to shake off.

Dat reaper grab ya,

You know he gonna getcha..

Just fucking around, but seriously though,, uhhhhh

Temporary-

Gone just like that,

Don’t drink yourself to death,

Annnnnddd,,,

I dunno,,,

Start with that.

Do not let yourself die like THAT, have some self respect, geez,

(You think she intended to?)

I don’t have to think anything, nothing I would have said or done would have changed anything, not my fight, not my dog, whatever whatever.

(Pretty cold)

Well yes, I feel bad for her family, it’s a tragic accident,,she’s also a number and so am I. It’s amazing every day we wake up,,,, I feel bad,, it’s a slow decent ,,

(And you’re above dying like that? Could never happen to you?)

I’d like to think so. I’ve already been outliving her for like 6 hours now, I’m clearly the superior survivor,,,out-aged her, she didn’t even make it to my age,,,,

(Yo)

Alright…

Rough,

Jesus Christ barbecue buffalo bites ,battered biscuits by Bolivian bakers,cider for spiders and alpha shock wave types, something about moving like a conveyor belt, something about light beams coming out of the tops of heads,, little light, little spark of light,, be boppin along, pulsing and dimming , colors and little fractals,,,ah,,ah,,pour something on it, flush it out,,little gurgling light going out,, conveyor belt stops for that one, didn’t miss a beat to us on the outside, we kept just sliding along,, that one though,,,no more for that one,,,,,

Infuriating, wasted potential,,

Just peace out’d

Bye.

Whack shit.

You betta not let that be you.