listen to the machine whirr and click to recuperate after I insert money and they give change. I see it as cheap therapy. I see it as my way of fighting the discomforting seratonin drop.
I squeeze my stomach to make myself sick
I feel as though the entire world is walking as I grind to a halt.
I blow into my ears to hear a roaring crowd
when I'm all alone.
I do that alot. I'm always automatic.
because every face I see is more plastic than lush.
and every motion i make brings me closer to the death that awaits my terrified child
but before all that nonsense, i must make due my plight, and mirror mine enemies to evade a future light. and be hip to the words floating aimlessly thru the dawn.
goodnight future wife, for i may never see the light of day
...who knows what adversary eats in twilight when he knows full well that nighttime eating bring obese living circumstance.
and i wait his funeral for my own will be as epic as metal.
