Funny state, unresolved, imcomplete. Half done and twisted.
It's a bitch to talk, and a struggle to speak... say anything at all, or nothing.
Limbo and grey.
so many little idiot spaces,

sitting around, blinking.blankly.
Tied:head-lips-limb-groin... and Dancing.painfully to
Music and time, alcohol and ice...spleen and guts, vomit and sweat, blood and phlegm.

Half done and twisted.



"Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
Its not a cry you can hear at night
Its not somebody who's seen the light
Its a cold and its a broken hallelujah"
-Hallelujah~Leonard Cohen-