BED TIME

he askes simply

"why the narcotics?
sleeping pills are sketchy man..."

i guess i know...

but one pill equals a good nights sleep

plus two equals spinning rooms 

plus three eauals not having to wake up tomorrow

plus 4 eauals...

equals what?

equals me not waking up till sunday?

or maybe just to sleep for weeks...months...

or maybe it will all end

with one, plus two, plus three plus four

so in the mean time lets wash the tears and pills down with a bottle of star dust

and let fate take its corse

 

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