Overrated
And in the fleeting feeling of
not wanting to speak and falling asleep induced
for mere minutes by the two rolled sticks of chemical sawdust
followed by a good cup of coffee that was for some reason losing its appeal is it never normally would have
I felt like someone besides myself
and that person was not a person I liked
And much rather would I have been myself
And not had to vomit my brains out
twice
when instead I could have been enjoying what should have could have would have been a
different night
But nonetheless
20th century romanticism killed the cat
once again