From Room 225 in Birmingham

Used the alcohol for cleaning wounds, and restocked the bottles with kerosene. We all know that turning heads just risks breaking necks so I'll make sure all of the action is in your field-of-view.

Thread the needle with your tongue. This will be home-made loneliness. We're a thousand inadequacies. Taped up and polished to resemble something useful.

Meds to wake me up. Meds to keep me going. Just pull the strings and collect on the humor as I slide. Neither coherent or dismissed... that's how I've been written. And the greatest part of it all, is that I'm the editor of this tragedy.