I should probably post in this thread most often. I don't write very many things in here that aren't spontaneous and probably meth-related.
HAIKUS
Patterns to decide
How the twist comes to the end
How the start becomes
I hang in the morgufe
Though I don't appreciate
Revisionism
Sometimes I can say
What I want to say and then
I can feign a life
But since I died then
Back when things were not set as
Alarm clocks to wake
OTHER
In my proximity to you as we've been fairly close these past few years - I feel as if I should have some say to have jurisdiction over your life or conduct. The way we've been at each others throats lately has been brutal for me! I don't sleep well. I don't eat and then digest the day like a normal person. I'm bloated and spewing out my chops half digested and there's hardly any force to my voice. I can barely breathe. I've been struck dumb! Wheat crumbs are about accurate to my humanity as processed!
I've always yearned for a good rapport between us and a throughput to prove you're really here. You are here. You're the most important person I've ever maintained in stature to my life as I don't think I'll be able to even come close to maintaining what I have without you. It's not truly monetary or borne to some stillborn attitude to say I can't handle life as I am. it's just that since we've become adjusted in an uneven and imbalanced weave. A team conducted to composite words relaying where I can dream, but you would actually fake sleep to say you don't have any! You've got an edge over me where there's no way I'll come back to whatever I was before. I'm going to feel even lower than I already do - and it really is because of you! I cannot possibly attribute my feelings and actions to any other scenario - than this one.
This is the single most provocative to being a news report to the world about us I can actually try for. I've never had a hope in hell of getting off of some of the juice I'm taking on the regular to ferment me to death here. Alcohol is nothing next to my meth though! The pipe sets me alight! I'll be the pastiest, fattest and grotesque head in the field STAT you got that? I'm so incredibly sad!
No matter how much I wish to be well and to be well toward you and to feel I can show you I am stronger than whatever this injustice to my life spent without class to retail subscriptions or prescriptions which make sense to a growing head!? Maybe I'm not really 'growing' in the sense that term should be set to auto-correct my failures to sense - but if I don't get my wits about me I will not do much better than this! Not then and not ever!
I need you in my life. Okay? Deal.
Cut me a deal.
Please!
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