I swear to god that God was pissed and drunk the day it made the first black hole, when the veil goes up and the shit goes down all I want are some space age sweatpants and a thermonuclear headband. I just want to be comfortable. I fell asleep atop your bulldogs bed. It was the middle of August, Mama Gravity placed a pillow below my head, I was still asleep after the sun came up, I've never understood anything about bad luck, and maybe that's why we talk about it so much, but I'm tired and alone and stoned so I don't know if I know what I'm talking about. Some nights this bed is small and uncertain, but this morning the sheets seemed infinite, at the madness beyond the walls of sleep, I was so at peace and lost, and I'm not the boss of anything, besides my hands and my mouth and my teeth and I don't think that I want more than that, on Sunday morning it is cold and wet, I'm bored there's a universe outside my bedroom, I don't have an excuse.
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