hallucinatemma
this punishment is strictly on the basis of a passing statement for a passing feeling. i'm doing the best i can, right now, given the punishing circumstances.
i held on to nothing more than glittery air in front of a reddened satisfying sky, how unwise the way i faded out this time, came back to a blue kind of sky seen first from the window in the donation bed i tripped out and away while selling my life force, and i'm holding sterile air in my lungs, now, instead.
i could pay my rent for a while as an in-house domestic and i think that situation would be fantastic. i feel right at home in your home and i'd do anything i could for you, beaut.
her sounds of drunken sobbing - tears of joy and tears of rampage - surround the crickets chirping in her moonlight this night, any night of the week. when she speaks in slur i can understand her, easiest at least.