morphine. s t i ll wa t ching l o v ing,
you want me now?
waiting wailing washing wondering
f o l l o w m e
sleeping wanting ouch ouch i cant i cant i dont know tired gimme a glass of w i n e
and a book

and you smell nice

and im so insignificant
and dinner was yummy
and the lights are pretty
and telephones get lonely in booths,

i know it.
p2 not a pretty sight...
his medula
was where his cerebullum should be
his frontal lobes
were in the back
and let's not even get into
his basal ganglia
what's it to you?
who go