Current mood:	indifferent
Current music:	la la la

springtime is for solipsists
another night
hours spent idle
i can no longer feel my right foot
i dare not believe it exists in such circumstances
five pills left and
the doctor won't answer my calls.
fare thee well
you've been a fine foot thus far.
laughter rings out
from the man who never spoke
as he repeats "connecticut"
over and over to himself
keeping perfect eye contact with me
as he laughs. "connecticut, hah!"
perhaps its no longer there
i have to wonder
But i checked just last week
i drove there one night
i had to make sure
there was more than just a voice
at the other end of the line.
everyone off
it's the end of the line.
everyone off
it's time to make room
for bought alliances
ones with contractual agreements
not to disappoint.
i've no more room for cracked skulls
broken brains, heads left open,
thoughts spill out
thoughts left trailing...