Shit. I almost forgot to dump the bucket 'gain. The bucket must be dumped whenever it gets full, or it'll spill & feed mold, killing us all with its toxic fumes. But 1 day I will forget. I try not to, but my mind, it slips. I can't waste time-- there's only so much; but like the heathen that is I, I let it leave my clutch. I count the hours squandered. I count the hours squandered counting the hours. Shit. I almost forgot to dump the bucket 'gain. Must hurry. Don't I know my worries will wane if I only stop wasting my time in worry? & here I worry mo' time worrying 'bout my worrying. I have no one to blame but myself. I know I should probably ask for help. No! I most certainly should not ask for help. I shouldn't stuff my face with your pie while giving nigh. No! I most certainly should stuff my face with your pie. How uncouth would be such a denial? We all want to take our vital vials; but sometimes prescriptions cause contradictions, & the lord that is logic itself stipulates that some must be deprived. So I'll dump that bucket 'gain & 'gain, Relishing its empty moments. Though I see the wall straight 'head, I know my smash will be sudden. Fuck it.
2015 May 1