A chronicle of where I've been, where I'm at, and where I'm going.

fatal followup

I need something stronger than novacaine,

vicodin,

harder than 92 proof

to take the edge off this high.

(does that even make a

bit of sense…

I need to get buzzed to take the buzz off my buzz?

but I digress.)

I’m happy.

(giddy? probably)

and that’s dangerous

(fatal? definitely.)

because I will say

too much

I’ll overthink everything

and then here.we.go.again.

I need to settle down

before her eyes

her lips

her skin

her smile

make me do some crazy shit again

b e c a u s e crazy for crazy’s sake

just never pans out in the end.

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