I feel obese and
uncomfortably bloated. Also a bit indignant and resentful.
Out of shape.
Out of touch. Outta cool. Much too weak for competition ~ the way the
bulls do it.
I feel like a
loose, fat, blubbery side of tit. Like an oily waste of skin.
Something I don’t
wanna be.
Double-chinned
and wasted.
Outdated.
Outlasted.
So unlike
me.
Too lazy or too
tired to work out.
I feel let down
~ Out in the gutter.
In the middle of
my sloth period. The Bluebird at his darkest.
I don’t even feel
like writing this bullshit.
I don’t wanna do
anything except dull my mind, overeat and go to bed w/out brushing my crooked teeth.
Stay under the sheets all day long w/my farts and my sock lint and do
absolutely nothing while the world has its way with me.
Waste my time
like everyone else does but waste it my way.
This!
This apathy.
This shit mood.
This
is what they do to me.
This is what I need?
Fuck! people.
Fuck! her.
We’ll touch on
her later, right now I feel looked over and past due.
In the wrong
place @ the wrong time w/the right skill ~
