So pumped-
up,
it's deleterious
and so much hip
swagger—they're nervous
not to mention—nosey
but fucked if he
doesn't already
know
it all—man, he's only
as deaf as
the volume at which he's shouting; and it's
always something—dizzy
cool about his
miraculous and never-
ending and bowie
knife-
inspired suicide,
claiming—
it's actually all this dang
checking in
to make sure that I'm
still dead—
that's making me
look like I
feel so dead-
tired.
