blink It piles up like the fear of yesterday swallowing the future.
Sometimes my thoughts go crazy verbal and speak to me about minutae of my actions.
Say like,
"walking through the hallway now."
Way to state the obvious. Way to abuse a dead cliché I say back and think
not schizophrenia. just tired and floating a little to the left of myself.
Until sunday there's a break in the nighttime. Things hurt and everyone is standing hands palm up saying
Nothing I can do.
saying
Walking through the hallway now.
Sunday is really cracked open, fried egg
the past devouring the future with ketchup. not a gourmet meal back there so the future is trashy too.
If I said one more thing to eat a day they'd be saying more like
time to make the coffee take a walk recording the day like ancient historians of the future sent back to see through me.
that's a retarded idea.
