so after an eventfull 7 day death march, i think its finally come to a halt.
There's been parasites in my second home
and a very brief nervous breakdown of sorts
There's still so much to do and so little air left
hmm...look to the skies, i'll be there waiting.////

Alright, here we go:

"listen:"

just give me a minute, i promise i'll come back. i always do.(11:03)

(12:20)- the next day and im still not in the mood.

(6:55 pm) - coughing up a storm, cough syrup doesnt do anything but make you trip
not that im sick, well i am but in the head sort of way.
fuck the time, it has nothing to do with me. We dont talk anymore.

ive been drinkin on the job again
despite the hazard sign i am
i sing the night into its wane
in space between my beloved paycheck
and why ive been drinking it away

there. thats all i have in me today.