Feckless,, a feckless fuck. Finding fleeting fulfilment from laying on the gas, screaming past cars only to get caught by the light.
“you really got somewhere buddy”
Jam a crowbar into it and pry.., I find, I find…,meh, disassociation, escapism,, deep,an ingrown emotional follicle..
I do not know.
If I put a photo of myself on a silver chain, well.. I’d have a feckless necklace.
If I only wore that chain when eating in the morning, I’d have a feckless necklace for breakfast.
If I could teach myself to care, I’d correct this feckless necklace I wear for breakfast.
No Trixie. No magic ✨
A little angry and a little sad. Still alive. Ennui doesn’t get the privilege of killing me.
A construction site burned down and killed two,That was one of my jobs. South boulevard, still in the framing process, months before we were slated to begin..
Spray foam insulation, for acoustics and sound deadening, these guys roll up with a truck full of liquid chemical,spray the ceilings and the material expands, then they apply fire retardant.
There was a malfunction,the truck caught fire,, the entire place went up like a box of matches. Two people, cooked alive. Just like that. Just like that just like that just like that. Over. Done-zo.
No more typing for those two souls, no more expression no more bullshiting no more fun no more attempts no more clever,, no more anything…
dawn 