the further down i go the clearer they become, unbleached words drip slowly from stalactites hanging deep within the weird neural complex, in the dark where these thoughts condense acidic and wear away what host axions exist or don’t exist. further down, deeper in where they cannot be retrieved, where nothing that goes may ever…

remember me when i am gone but forget me while i am here, forget the tired wild antics and the amphetamine rhythms, the obsessive questions, the inability to be, always looking onward and outward like a comet racing forever toward some ultimate collision. out there with the others shuffling in-patient slipper steps, easing in to…