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Itch Twenty five years old and im picking cat fleas off my scabies ridden legs with my left hand and madly scratching my athlete’s foot and cracking skin with by swollen and scabbed right hand. Am I a degenerate, well to say I was a degenerate would add some sort of class to my situation. There is no particular label that I wish to adorn to myself, for if I label myself then I would have to live up to it and that would involve me having to place some effort into achievement. If there was a sc...

oh shit is this all my blood who's holding my head they smell nice.

It is Monday. I’ve been riding busses all day searching for work on agency. And all I could think about was the state of my weekend again. I must stop this torturous entrapment I have placed my self in. I can see me being the worse of myself. I am heading only one way, alas it is down a one way street in a stolen car, I must stop, and reverse quietly, park it safely and never return. But how? How do you stop yourself from going to that most intrinsically beautiful little motor? But enough of ...

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another. Richard Pryor To be idle is a short road to death and to be diligent is a way of life; foolish people are idle, wise people are diligent. Buddha Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe death, the bloody cough of a punchline to the joke that is our lives! Me just then

When your wandering, with your feet, your mind follows. Voices rising up, from the deep, more intense, more chaotic. All the sounds from your surrounds, God, you fear, an anurism could go pop! And to your knees you would drop. With birds whistling, without a care, You lie dying…there. But with a sudden rush, silence falls, engulfed in hush, and there you are thrown right back. To where?