Hands cold from minutely mangled forearms and evaporating cotinine. Absurd injuries screeching a harbingers warning for the new year. Blue pill nausea in a meat-locker garage. Canceling the rest of my life with lethargy. Mornings that last into sunset. Embroidery broken and re-mended behind middle aged oversocialization. Feeding a freerange chicken in the awning of a dilapidated storefont. Blurry vision for a blurry future. All the colors running together into a smear of existence. And enough rum-and-sasparilla flavored bad decisions to wait out the end of the world.

2:09 p.m. - 2023-01-05