Do You Realize That You Have The Most Wonderful Taste?

Dread and groaning in the smoke filled rooms. It was his mistake let him splish and splash about. I wish i was in a bad situation like that. We ride. Its awkward as a one legged stripper and all i do is nod my head in agreement. Just like her when you are drunk and yer wang is being sent for a ride on the teeter-totter. I had a lot of stuff to remember on this side of unreality. We talked for a long time. I enjoyed it a bit too much and you just moved on. But what else can i expect. It is all so funny. I wish that you would be the pitiful one getting on with it like we had imagined them doing so long ago. And i have all these memories but I'm not sure if they are reality. Its a nice repetitive cadence. I don't and yet simultaneously do get where you are coming from and going to. I told you something and it was supposed to make you jealous. But your situation undid me. And then my situation was undoing you. And we all stood together miles apart in a circle vomiting together. Attempting in our retching some sort of incest-like bliss. All we found was paranoia. Do you realize that you sometimes have the ugliest face? Whiskey and beers deep i find myself look at you and i am just looking at a monster. Its scary i usually just go to sleep. It is my pitiful defense mechanism. And tomorrow or today should we say is just me coming to glimpse quickly at your repetitiveness. Laughing and wondering what became of all it. You are at my side and I want to enjoy it. But it is so damn hard to feel really strong again. So you would cry if you saw this. Its just two guys not listening to doom in a car going wherever in the unimportant routine of people who know each other. But miles north you and him embrace and pull some bullshit. Keep on lying. I will see through it all. Yearn and beg but it seems you aren't as observant as i. Not bragging or complaining. Hell i am just an animal all pricked up ears and everything. Dreaming and watching but always wandering towards a state of perpetually wondering. You figure this out for me and i will buy you a sandwich. We can stare vaguely at the girl in the food truck as she prepares it. It is just a disconnected recollection of this time when i was drunk and young and an animal just wishing for a future but only finding a bunch of people in the extremely slow throes of nihilistic death... ugh..........