I like the feeling of lactic acid building up in my muscles, it's like a gentle muscular asphyxiation, slowly alleviating me of inferiority and ability, temporary weakness and paralysis, if only there was something I could do to my mind to shut it off and get real sleep...
Xenon in the breathing tube, myopic attendant marks my blood pressure on a chart...
Waxing sunlight turns to a new moon and we are lost in the darkness of the sky...
Fear bleeds through me like blue leaving the rainbow, darting below the floor of the ocean, never to be seen again, daring me in a twisted jest to come find it...
Heaven died, hung by its own hand after laughing at my corporeal disgrace...
Torrential hurricanes of sadness pour into our minds, tears the size of seagulls surge past the flood gates, sand bags lose all relevance...
The call to death grows ever clearer in my mind, why are we all running away from it?
I stand by the water during low tide and hope for my demise because
the doom pussy is coming
PEACE AND LOVE
