left overs
my mind is like meatlof . . . . left overs . . . waiting for tomorrows second helping. Kentcky Fricaseee, with a side of potato salad. The funny thing about leftovers is that the only one that wants them are the addicts. The taste of the food, the quenching of the drink, the cough on the last hit.
Doom and the retrospect. I am empty yet I am I full. I am nothing yet I am all.








