BLARGHH

this fallow amoebic state is getting old I'm a fucking sloth lazily drifting from tree to tree I'm a Valium-loving housewife passing out during sex I'm an old dog sniffing around garbage bins and sometimes coming across familiar scents oh oh unclaimable days waking up unfeeling and unable to see the world (pretending it doesn't exist anymore) and I'm just the one who wasn't sent the mass suicide email the one the apocalypse some how missed and everyone I used to know is already stiff and dead or reorganized into massive colonies of consciousnesses floating around as armies of thought and multiplying fervent and uncontrollable