stopping mid-stream

now when the 30yr old reprobate with the 14yr old girlfriend who lost his license for running over a customer with her own car tells you that pissing on the head of drunken, passed out and possibly dead vagrant in the alley is a bad idea and that he expected better of you you should probably pay attention,
but gawddamned if i’m going to stop mid stream.
that shit burns like a mutherfucker.
this is probably around the time i should have realised that 400mg of codeine and 2500mg of cafeine a day mixed with cough syrop, sudafed, ginseng and a cross eyed, borther fuckin girlfriend who only dated guys with the same name so she could could keep it straight wasn’t a good combo.
i’m not sure i gave it much thot later as i downed a 60oz bottle of whiskey and was alternately making out with a friend’s whore of a girl and his rottweiler.
at least the dog’s mouth didn’t taste like jizz and cigarette ashes. tit’s were firmer too.
tho i gave it some consideration rambling home whilst trying to boost AM stereos from service vans and school busses.
16 was a weird age.

don't forget your sunscreen

it's warm sunny birds peeping and a fluttering their joy.

i couldn't be more miserable. sliming my way down toadstools and i just can't reconcile the world i see with what i know can be true.

dragging my slug ass around the town. breathing deep as i can to fill my lungs with life with joy and i just feel stuck to the ground, wallowing in my mucous.

little birds land on windowsill chirping me to come play and by the time i get to there they are gone. friends not to be seen again until they want something.

stuck. i'll never make it far. looking with all my eyes but it still don't get me anywheres.

go fly into a window, avian plague carriers. a curse a pox a general unqualified malaise on you yours and the sad bastard who has to wipe your bird brain off the window.