frothing,, grasping upward from a soporific torpor and wishing to touch myself as no one will- split –splash & jump on that to look again and there was a page of a book seen lickety flesh quick and I saw those I loved as being greasy and unfit and the life that had shelled around me was in fact full of pus deep in tissue walls and I hovered there looking down at my despicable grin and pale black bagged beggar eyes and moral ineptitude written on english scented stationary and fAiLuRe and ReGrEt so mighty as to sear the flesh upon my knees and thats how time slipped away, chuckling and lubricated. This became like god and I was calm, spent. Swallowed down dandelion root to regain my legs and went out to fail again,