Maybe its a beat day already full of wonderful failures,false hopes with the gut wrenching fear of speaking in front of strangers.
I can still hold my head up without nodding off so I shall return to bed

Forget the negative headspace coming on
Move out of bed and into the little kitchen to prepare oatmeal and a tall glass of Almond Milk with a splash of honey

" What the fuck did I just put into
my glass of milk ? Honey? Fucking Honey?"

Well I know what will come next as i reach for my phone,palms already sweating with anticipation..deadpan desire

Who's holden?
What you got ?
How long ..20 minutes ?
Any thing other than speed ?
Any Heroin with the Cocaine?
oh nevermind I've only got one good hit
left and then I'm off to meet my mighty
mack daddy maker of shit and death

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