no tug of war

no third degree - holding solid like my ass is concreted to some soft cushion - yeah this makes no sense. NO phobias can cause this kind of exhausting life syling - Dark comedy where the cast is threatened by the thought of their characters being cut at any moment. Something sick and consoling about the idea death is waiting behind every trap door - and that one (or more) of us - could drop off in the snapping of fingers. Cut me, cure me. We're drunk, we're worried, we're taking medications like deciding on the color of aluminum siding. What? Wait! Thissg ets exciting! Not 2wweekks Be cky Suiciding - or tryiing - 200 Aspirin - one day she may get it right p - and all doctors can say is "take two Prosac and one Wellbutrin and try to stay away from th emedicine cabinet!" _ NO insurance??? Yeah, you're cured, get out and open a bed for the next confused bi-ped. Yeah, we're all dead, just walking tall aimless writing our own dialoge with one eye on the clock and our other on the 'whatever we take or do' to get us into the next moment untouc hed. this is an odd, and obscene circus - this liife! this living! with waiting and wanting and - and- everything WE are not explaining! Or not letting be explained. for shame. [next line] for shame. [next word] for shame ---