Secret Chess

cleaned out the key box i cleaned out the key box when they left me alone so they can't remember what frequency i own sort of hope that coma pays rent by the week's end found a spot to sleep, but the air strip's a roach's nest.hands. surrogate's for some fractured kid's dream. they're not even his. dumb fuck thinks so though. he's real proud to be such a beefy bribe in the guise of another god given gift.close encounters with the insides of a neon word like they're playing chess with the gospels of the surgeon general and underlining my basically damp disposition. seems the devil's brook is running a little dry these days.a certain, slight presence of absence breathes here. which is thankfully safe with most other forms of medication. though the flavor is a little different and the tempo is definitely not the same.but don't kid yourself. naturally, we speak in jest. probably afraid of silence. and yes, we're too fucked up to notice.