i am in the process of exploding, or rather imploding.
ive become a trapped miner for whom NO holes are drilled. there is no oxygen down here and the rain is quickly filling up.
my friends talk to me nicely yet they have guns hidden in ther pantaloons. pointed stick.
everyone is dead already, they just dont know it and i for some reason cannot see or smell it.
i have no blood, my viens are filled with mice and their turds. blood is useless unless it can escape.
all my roads come together at one point and i am there, in the exact centre. i spin, random like a roulette wheel. all roads go downward so the choice is easy. especially when streets are made of vaseline. choices mean shit. my brain (and soul?) are already there, im just waiting for my body to follow.