futility

my love ones keep suffering and falling apart

and there's nothing i can do about it

ain't that some shit

they just keep dying

even when its what they want
if if they did it to themselves
there's just all this death
hanging and clumping like seawead that drown you
caught in your hair and lashes like a cobweb

godspeed brenda
may you know a peace now that you could never find in your life

everyone knows i'm in over my head

if there was a better way, i sure hope it would find me

i'm full of nervous energy but exhausted all the time

if you move fast, they can't getcha

one day i'll move so fast that i'll slip this cage

one day

Our Long National Nightmare. . . Continues

Well, America, I hope you're pleased with yourself. You got what you wanted. God help us all.

I picked the wrong year to give up drinking.