it's creeping up on four again, i have things to do tomorrow but i don't want to go to sleep, all the effort i spent organizing my cd's (570 in all--i've sold roughly a hundred in the past two months) has kept me going long enough to download some Savath + Savalas and wish i were dead.
that last part is a lie, a joke, because i don't have the energy to wish anything right now. i'm now more desireless than ever, caring nothing about sex or food or money or water or anything, i'd be scared out of my fucking skin if i could bring myself to feel it.
i hate having to look at this so cyclically, but it's coming around again, fucking frustrating, i need to be realigned and then nothing will matter.
that last part is a lie, a joke, because i don't have the energy to wish anything right now. i'm now more desireless than ever, caring nothing about sex or food or money or water or anything, i'd be scared out of my fucking skin if i could bring myself to feel it.
i hate having to look at this so cyclically, but it's coming around again, fucking frustrating, i need to be realigned and then nothing will matter.
...but... right back at ya'.