I wonder what kind of pills she swallows, to get her that hopeful. I'm so bland of late. Wishing for hair dye and cheap alcohol. Anything but this stagnant lifestyle. It's like my head needs an upgrade, but I don't have enough bandwidth to download the update.
From passing out to passing judgment, my dreams are becoming subtitled reruns. And I've run out of bookmarks to preoccupy myself with on this couch.
Someone send the divers. Creativity is somewhere below. Every air bubble on the surface could have been it's last breath.
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