I need to let this drain. It keeps sucking me. Wanting to swallow me like a pixelated pill. Something that can just swish around my stomach. Have it lay in the intestine line and keep fucking me like a bad song, the lie is in the beat. Can’t believe I let it grab hold of me like that. I was just standing there, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, you appeared. Baited me with sweet smiles and pussy-liquor. I could take more than you think.
I ended up getting fat, and not caring anymore. A sort of apathy that turns priest into monsters. I guess it depends what paper you read. “He’s not a sex junkie. He just want to get some strange.” I can’t catch a case like that. I need to get free. I need to meet the shit when I go down the drain. Keep smiling. Keep on walking. Don’t listen to the the tunes your back makes after picking up that crate for 116th time. Head down, mind high. Have a fun floating on narcotic lake.