Vietnam/Banh Mi/2AM/Vodka

We're hitting a new low my friend.And I’m so confused.Suffocated.Surviving.Tiptoeing on thin ice and thin air and thin cloud like stretched out vermilion marshmallow.Lingering out a feeble existence.Submerged in deep uncharted waters.A massacre is going down in town and we stand still watching our houses burn.No fire escape and even if there was one we both know we are a couple of sad cunts who’d never take it.A moth hit my head and I didn’t even wink and I don’t know how to wink even if I knew I wouldn’t have winked.I yearn for taking it all in sucking it all in internalising it in my bloodstream and charred fingernails.Let’s take a ride to the unknown.A control freak and a coward.Let’s take a ride to California.

Sweet people like you,a freak,an alien,on the road to nowhere,at five o’clock,under a luminous beam.

Fate, however, seems to be not so much unexpected as unavoidable.

cheers mate