Take this with a grain of salt, or treat me like a dyslexic third-grader on crack

maybe I'll go somewhere tonight

and black out

and tomorrow

we can talk about

my experiences

on the same footing

and from the outside

I will laugh at what

a fucking clown I am

I'm so sick of this thing I am

I want to merge my body with yours

but it's not cooperating

there's some

half-visible force

the one that weighs on my eyebrows

and it's holding me in place

and some kind of anti-gravity machine

has apparently been installed

in my stomach

I fill the cup when it's empty

but everything is pouring out