day four.

hypochondria.
hey watch and cry over my new name;
wordsbeercigarettesplasticbreathing you
cause cancer,
my humble friend, and this world should only
afford the luxury of hiding in your glass bubble(bong).
oh, and the water from the streets goes
directly
into your tap(don't drink the water)
and it's the new drug(like sex and meth and fright).
didn't you hear?
hypochondria causes global warming like
tired nurses make mistakes:
schizophrenia's not all that uncommon, is it?
better not to conceive anyway,
you'll fuck that up before the end of the first trimester.
I see you.
see you ignoring corporate skeeves and
licking your tender battle wounds/trophies
like you're king of everything but
st op
stay on this page:
I am your elegy.
are you listening?
the best way to die is to live first.

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blessed to finally be home after a few months of writhing in lonely misery. time to indulge in a full pantry/refrigerator, a well-heated home, and ties of friendship to be renewed. oh, and presents. I still have that childlike trait of, "OMIGODPRESENTS". and it's both fun/tragic. I don't know what to make of it. I'm awful at giving gifts, but good at receiving them. New year's resolution, much? flip that shit around. kthx.