Dec 18, 2020
Living and dying in the lap of luxury. Numbed up and dumb struck by my anxiety. This is the most wintery discontent I've been in. Discord and Dickens can lick my slip cord and hip pin. New year's is coming and Christmas is still birthed, egg nog runith this cup over and I'm still on this earth.
Forget the hospital just leave em at the morgue, punch drunk in porridge. Nourish this mess with nourish mints, after dinner thoughts and after dinner sins. They brought the aperitif, hot mold wine to sip away the sadness, madness, tragic past mist. Mental fog, playing mental frogger, don't call her, just stall her, are all here, there , where, snapped and snared? Sip slow and go with the flow, this world blows just like and die in the snow.
