Some days its like...fuck this -fuck this whole thing- without complete communication what do we have? Nothing absolutely nothing sitting with a few beers and an emotionless computer. Silence of sleeping and then waking again...then doing the whole thing all over again. Not living, its serving a sentence with no hope of parole.

heavy-
heavy hangs the air
heavy i choke on my breaths
heavy feel my limbs
disconnected from my rest
the heavy has come forth
and i havent the strength to push him away

Crackers- I like crackers
The way they crunch and crumble
And the way I munch and have to mumble
When I have a mouth full of crackers
Crackers are happy to have company
On the way down
Cheese and peanut butter or pepperoni
They don’t look at me funny when I plop a pickle on top
Ever happy to oblige my off set palate

I see your bones said the girl to the skeleton

-and I see your skin-