Breakdown or breakthrough (Carpe's therapy sessions)

 
Sitting chain smoking spliffs
and coffin nails
 
Marek, you feel like cooking, those eggs need eating
 
"what, I too fucking lazy blud. Why you no create"
 
i can't..  
Couldn't cook for you let alone me if i'm not putting love in, just not feeling it
 
"blud understand"
 
Fuck it let's go to the shops, need cat litter.. Don't want to eat but know i need to eat
Roll up a joint for the walk down
The novelty of joints will wear off and billyBongthoughton won't be neglected
 
On the walk to asda i hear a voice  
"if you can't put love in, does that mean you don't love yourself?"  
 
Interesting question..  
No, means i need to rethink (redefine) love.. Being severed and cut off that way
 
That FUCKING Hurt Miki  
 
and being this my therapy session... That was a cunt act
 
Back at asda Marek is basically grabbing chips, chocolate, biscuits, bagels and ice cream .. Food and me are not on the same wave length right now
i grab the cat litter as Marek goes to get some beers.  
He won't shut the fuck up about all beers
he likes  
 
Marek alcohol doesn't really tickle my muse, pick some and let's get the fuck out.  
 
We sit on a bench, crack a beer each.. Talk watch the setting sun.. been days seeing this view unpaused
surealy serene in a water colour way  
 
Back home.. Marek where's the cat litter, you didn't leave it behind at the bench.  
 
 "shit sorry blud" fucking cabbage headed spackers, that was the whole point of going to the shop... Fuck the food