so here i find myself again
like a drunk husband out on the rampage
to find a hooker sober enough to help
me find my way home.

i've got shit coming out my ass
green mucas clogging my only useful orfaces
blood out my cunt
and i'm going completely mental on anti-psychotics.

all of my previous goals and intentions have kind of molded into a melted rubberband ball of dillusion.

my father is out.
i need a cigarette.