Days Bunch Up In Weeks, Collaborate Months Against Me.

The Sheets Are Stained With Evidence That Our Remains Are Now, Drifting Away.



I Share With Complete Strangers My Most Personal Of Pleasures.

I Scribble Tidbits Of Useless Mind Info- Trash, Treasure.

Spend Hours, At My Leisure, Like Sharpened Precise Tweezers.



Shifting Through In The Frame By Frame

I Walk The Same Path

I'll Say The Same Lines

I Do This Every Time

Do This Every Time



Dodging Armpit Stench Aromatic

Wrapped Up In My Own Self-induced Stress Panic

I Think I Am The Only One In This Shifting Through



They'll Collaborate In Months Against Me.