My body aches all over.My second day in bed.Some trash into the phone about food poisoning and Panda Express this morning.
She lets me lie to her.ignoring the ten hours on the schedule that have gone incomplete.
Sunkist.cigarette.The rain has done something.Dishwater clairvoyance. Something hungry inside.Waiting for a comedown.
There's fleas everywhere.fucking house.I keep watching my skin like it's going to surface with black dots that jump.           .ugliest creatures God has ever made.
                                    Put me in your bathtub wash my body.hot.hot tapwater.The wild and i are one in the same right now.That.i am sorry for.
I tried ice last night.violating the n and the r in never.Tripping up on my own curiosities.
If everything that you are could be seperated into different elements.Little pauses of thought.For instance.What entertains you,What you eat,What you breathe,what you use to escape,what hurts,what melts.
Imagine for a moment.you have the ability to seperate all of these things into little strands of complicity.You are disassembled.
Now try to comprehend someone else.
Choosing which elements you can use at certain times.
As if to imply you are a robotic version of yourown persona.
You can only have what you breathe,and what entertains you in one moment.
No emotion.Purely smoke and music right then.You are nothing more.Absent from feeling.
i'm hurted.On my own agenda.
I would take it back. I keep damaging your forever.
Millicent.
Scoop out my insides with an insense stick.
They're pink and red.just like yours.

why is the topic titled "2"? bleh... meth is ugly. Ice is too pretty of a word to be used as another name for meth. eewwwwww...


If my advice means anything to you. Stay away from that shit. Please. It will only fuck your life.  

Somebody once wrote Hell is the impossibility of reason.Two:
Me and Lindsey,Me and the wild
two sick days in bed.two elements of feeling on ice.