notifications raze he thinks maybe a drug can cure what ails me. he tells me it looks like i'm weakening in my years. he's surprised when i know the full name of the substance he's suggested. he shouldn't be. once i was hellbent on swallowing, smoking, and snorting every impure thing i could get my hands on. i did a lot of reading. that's all. really i'm just tired. the only thing i need is sleep. even my hearing is starting to go. i have to keep asking him to repeat himself. instead of raising his voice so i can parse out what he has to say, he ignores me and swears at social_media. a pretty girl named prixen wears a knit cap in a bathroom selfie. someone who threatened to kick my ass a hundred years ago for getting his sister suspended has just signed on for the first time. a friend i've never met sings about someone he loved and couldn't save. though i don't know what words or melodies he's reaching for, i shadow his voice, improvising a perfect high harmony as he wades out to deeper waters. your cell phone's screaming. don't answer it. 230222 what's it to you? who go blather from