Digging for religion in the wasted hours of midlife. Exhuming tiny chime-charms in the shape of wanting. Pills and pillz help to pass the time. And make me feel like a better version of myself. As long as my comparison outline remains blurry. An inventory of life, consisting entirely of fading adrenaline and expired goods. The amphetamine depression comes straightaway, without hesitation or fanfare. I fast myself into the next day. The next life.
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