you want to know. you want to know.
just suck the shit out of it. get on your four wheels and drive the hell out of it.
and while youre at it. walk away from it. and after youre done. drive head first into it.
and im not kidding when i say that blue eyes are second best but the best looking because im all about the brown.
and i still stick the closest because im skipping all the blank spots and you cant stop me
if you are
so detached anyway
so detached that you dont even reach and you dont even touch and you dont even see.
and cold hands and cold feet. and an empty empty stomach. days of hunger even after eating.
no sense nonsense projects and words and words and smells and kitchens and baths and a lot of lovely things buried in monotony.
so so so raise your glass. reading back a couple of months. hold onto that drink. im feeling years and years away from anything.
and i was freezing in the dark and robert deniro was gray and distraught.
and i let go of the bigger words. and i let fly the longer things. and all the sentences shortened and sang. these quaint little things. that didnt mean a thing. and i was laughing.