I tried to book a flight to her mind, but I'm not on the list.And now I'm terminal: I'm breathing brandy.I've incorporated another tally mark on my wrist. I get my vitamins in: colored capsules I call candy.Life is just a bunch of dashes-- Interrupted sentences with no finish line.But at least if you wet your eyelashes,You can get a cinematic look in life.

I tried to book a flight to her mind, but I’m not on the list. And now I’m terminal: I’m breathing brandy.I’ve incorporated another tally mark on my wrist.I get my vitamins in: colored capsules I call candy.Life is just a bunch of dashes— Interrupted sentences with no finish line.But at least if you wet your eyelashes, You can get a cinematic look in life.

Tickle me, stroke me, feed me, fuck me,Overload my senses-- hug me, drug me.It's hard, you see, to consider what's more,When we hate to think and love the gin. But until this pleasure dies, I will never live--There has to be more to life than this.

Beat him until he softens. Lift his ragged body and raise him with your whiskey breath. Get him out alive. Watch from your grave as he beats his own child, because you beat him, because yours beat you, because his beat his, because his beat his...