third day in a row without sleeping and at 4:30 in the morning i smoke a godfather for dolo then chase a hermit crab through my apartment then i eat a hand full of marijuana seeds and stems and realize it’s the first thing i’ve eaten in two days so i get on delivery.com and order from the diner the following:
- Five Bacon Cheddar Cheeseburgers Mashed Up Into a Giant Ball
- Extra Hamburger Buns With The Insides Scooped Out On Second Thought I Just Want The Scooped Out Parts
- One of Those Classic Anthora NYC Coffee Cups Full Of Pickle Juice
- An Incredible Amount of Mayonnaise, So Much Mayonnaise
- A Filthy Pair of Panties, Dont Care Whomst They Were Worn By
- A Pack of GPC’s or Unfiltered Lucky Strikes
- A Medical Grade Tourniquet
then i realize i probably have to put fucking pants on now and also how i haven’t seen another human being since sunday and actually today is sunday which casts like a giant gloomy shadow of doubt and insanity over everything.
so i do some ketamine.
do too much ketamine
and some time later all i can do is listen to the sound of the delivery mexican banging on the door saying ‘hello hello senor senor’ as i lay paralyzed, drooling on the floor and I try to say ‘help me i can’t move’ i really do but instead end up sounding something more like a piano being gang raped by a deaf r&b singer while going through a meat grinder on the tarmac at jfk.