dear mourning friendly cocka roaches diary,
one day closer to thursday and one day closer to death. i checked on the full moon- it is fryday. the first day of the rest of your life. whatcha doooin twoday? depressed? me too. maria is coming in a coupla hours and ima hafta get up. my world is fittin to change again. oh what an upset. bankers hours ain't for me- but it will appease others. and it is a temporary measure. till the addiction fades- or they quit paying me. i will admit- the new carpet will be nice- and the ice machine- i am to be spoiled. rat turds always were my favorite cube. crickets in a camp lamp it is almost time to get up again. i better get back to sleep before the alarm rings and we all have to wake up. i still think about your eyes when the mourning time comes, but i am not sad, not about you anyways.
one day closer to thursday and one day closer to death. i checked on the full moon- it is fryday. the first day of the rest of your life. whatcha doooin twoday? depressed? me too. maria is coming in a coupla hours and ima hafta get up. my world is fittin to change again. oh what an upset. bankers hours ain't for me- but it will appease others. and it is a temporary measure. till the addiction fades- or they quit paying me. i will admit- the new carpet will be nice- and the ice machine- i am to be spoiled. rat turds always were my favorite cube. crickets in a camp lamp it is almost time to get up again. i better get back to sleep before the alarm rings and we all have to wake up. i still think about your eyes when the mourning time comes, but i am not sad, not about you anyways.
