genius

why don't we- i mean, i need- to bleed into each other.

it seems to be either one or the other.

my fleeting moments of sobriety. i can never be sober for more than a few weeks.

heroin. alcohol. cocaine. love. god. sex. it's all drugs and this is a vex.

i have been cursed since birth.

at least, i am a genius AND insane. i mean, mental illness without prolific tendencies would just be awful, i think.

do you see?

can you see me now that i've erased all doubt?

i want to get it out. i want out. my brother is my mother.

why don't we- i mean, i need- to bleed into each other.

it's always one or the other. today it is this. tomorrow it will probably be that.

it's okay- don't worry about, or after, me- it's simply a matter of fact which laughter may help alleviate.

time to go create. mine is yours to take.