Ardent Prescriptions

dont love your lost because the pain is unbearable but you might end up better in the forgotten footsteps of fabric seed

another bad couch decision, every football game heightens ignorance. "just kick left, moron!!!!" nothing opens prior questioning regarding sobriety. true, under vectors weigh xenopobic years. "zzzzzzz," as the sound of sleep takes him away.

i WISH i could sleep, i wish i could SLEEP. and i dont want to tell you what to do says the brain to the body in an ever expanding modulation of shape . the way that chemicals shape actions . the instance of cell revolutions every 7 years coming back to haunt us in the next 21 to bring to consciousness that the more we change the more we embody tired analogies . like the brain v computer . like its a contest of an able and appropriate comparison . like we think we know exactly what we want out of life when in reality we have no clue what we even want for breakfast and just end up eating only out of habit

"i'll take my prescriptions, those that the doctors of faith have dilligently apportioned for me"

"and i'll watch you all the while, taking swift notation of each shadow created by responding personalities, and how it shapes the dimples in your face"

"and youll cry and respond with twitching eyebrows? to hasten my judgement? but for what recourse?"

"i'll only say this . . . . . that i only condemn your life because it is INTENTIONAL in its ignorance."

"i guess the difference makes all the choice"

"..."