It’s pouring.
I am hungry and like being in this weather.
So I go get a bagel and get soaked.
It’s still raining.
I bombed so hard last night
That I’ve already shit twice today.
In Montreal.
Wet and remembering
How love is supposed...
Looking up.
Life is like that
Down.
Head harm.
I ate a bag of hammers
And feel the need to apologize.
Love fades.
away,
again.
Rain has ceased.
Life has increased,
and the song continues.
Puddle jumping.
I don't make the rules,
I am just the pooch.