Shit. It’s today again.
Lazy. Not so much. I sit. I lay. I spend the day trying to make my meets end or end meets or meats.
Pay bills. No money. Get money. Owe money. Pressure. Stress.
Mail. Social Security sent me 5 separate 10-page packets to fill out. Explain my disabilities. I tell them that the experience of filling out the forms triggers all of my disabilities. It’s true. I get almost halfway done and have already medicated myself with over the counter and prescriptions.
A night of watching Kevin Smith movies and eating the sheet of dried seaweed my roommate gave me. Wash it down with any liquid I can find to dehydrate and rehydrate me.
I create imaginary masterpieces to get the toxins out of me and into you.
Piss more toxins and negative energy away in the toilet every hour from drinking too much water all day. It’s good.
More pain. More anxiety. More pills. More time.
I sleep peacefully.
Dreams are so much better than my life sometimes. I wake up disappointed and sweating. My bladder is full. I spend 5 minutes straight unloading.
Stumble in the hot house turning on every fan and I play with the thermostat.
Drink water and wait for my coffee. Cigarettes and water.
Shit. Today again.