I quit life today, for at least 20 minutes.
All the strings I dangled so limply from were severed.
All the frantic arm flailing could only make me smile.
I just sighed.
There's nothing more to it.
I was completely satisfied watching the sky crumble.
Watching the the stars flicker and expire
the ground crack and swallow the seas.
Another cranberry soda, and some olives and bread.
Everything's going to be fine, so long as I don't care.
But what manner of hedonistic masochist would I be without fear?
Where would my alchoholic tendencies be without wanton panic?
No, no
I must succumb to my idiotic hubris
Lose my head
and drown my neuroses in buzzing numb.
It's all for the sake of the art
I swear.