Goddamned the future.

Dripping out of my cock, I realized.
I should not be here.
I had a week of vegan cuisine, I lost weight, drank beer, I was part of a family.

Although they grow.

I shrink back into my nut sack.
It's 12:47 am, I'm bored, and beaten, and I miss them.
I miss the madness, and the boring hours I spent beating my head off a wall in my cosmik sister's closet.
I miss threatening people with hammers, and being scolded.
It's almost love.
But I'm not there.

I came home to frozen faces, people people people.
My cat pissed all over my room, and now he cleans himself on my guitar bag.

This year in the Two thousand nines.
I realized, love is just water.
Friends will stab you in the front, if they can't get you in your back first.

Salt in my wounds.

Does anyone read this?

I was diagnosed with an ailment, that could have been cured, or fixed if I was given the proper medical attention three years ago.

Now I drop weight.

I ache, and cry, and bleed.

My stomach has cancer.
My back has arthritis.

I am losing my goddamned mind.