basic day in the life....

           
           
           
    the best part of any day; how on the canvas one lays- not ink to pape-but a mattress and fast food a phone call away; a shot glass for when it's that time to partake the good juice that self medicates...            
           
           
  indoors is the most wonderful place; existence just hits different-better when one's not in a public space....            
needle thrown to the abundant stack of hey-a different face that relates-and whoms presence alone also feels like the best place to getaway....            
           
           
but dreamers dream til their final days....            
           
           
 but really.... why does this universe have to suck so much? it really really freaking sucks.... i exist to escape..this cold waiting place, before the grave.... it sucks....        
       
really. this place ultimately freaking sucks soooo bad....one could laugh(to keep from "crying" of course) but it's quite sad....this life cycle most times shakes the conscious-as maddening to the mental....