barf


I should have gone to bed a very very very long time ago
my being up is not even worth this mediocre blaeugh

the molasses of tobacco prevents me from slumber
it even suppresses the instinct of regurgitation
of all the things that could have gone wrong
but didn't
from lack of attempt

ignited blindness
forgotten desire
spent aphorisms
from lack of words to say disiac

bleurgh
barf
aack

tack me on a wall
i am thin