I have to take sleeping pills not to sleep but to have a good time

Until i get more gummies, 7 more hours of woozy viewing, sensing the end as near, the real personal end, it's tragic joyousness, it spoils it if shared in a sad and pathetic way you gotta grasp the euphoria, films about all hell breaking loose in anarchic bliss. Chaos, flaunting the absence of caring, the demeanor of one as being akin to a middle finger to all of it.

There used to be a time when being clear meant being clear