you can go straight to hell dr. phil.

i'm am falling backwards in fleeting thought.

digressing.

and dreaming of lovers upon lovers of last night dreams.

strong.

tough.

firm.

and oh so soft.

i digress.

no progress.

and for every night i sleep silent,

i scream awake in the morning.

who is to know what there is to know.

chalk it up to a bad day.

lovers quarrels.

and a fickle little girl that can't seem to make up her mind.

or maybe it's made up...

it's all just made up.

i made this up while i was made up.

fuck.

i will not think about that tonight.

or today.

or last night.

or tomorrow.

i just won't think about it.

shit.

or fuck.

either way....

just...

fuck.