Reminds me of the time when i was really sick and i had too much psuedoefedryn and i couldn’t sleep at night. I get adrenalin straight to the heart, I feel like Uma Thurman post-overdosin' kick start. I’d rather die than owe the hospital till I get old. My throat feels like a funnel filled with weet bix and kerosene and oh no, next thing i know they call up triple o. I’m breathing but i’m wheezing, feel like i’m emphysem-in’. My hands are shaky, my knees are weak, I can’t seem to stand on my own two feet. I feel pro-active, i pull out weeds, all of a sudden I’m having trouble breathing in. Sunflowers, bean sprouts, sweet corn and radishes.
I wanna grow tomatoes on the front steps. The nice lady next door talks of green beds and all the nice things that she wants to plant in them. Life’s getting hard in here so i do some gardening.Īnything to take my mind away from where it’s sposed to be. We should ammend that, I pull the sheets back, it’s 40 degrees and i feel like i’m dying. The yard is full of hard rubbish it’s a mess and I guess the neighbours must think we run a meth lab. It’s a monday, it’s so mundane, what exciting things will happen today? I sleep in late another day oh what a wonder oh what a waste.
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