i just can't resist

looper
  -or-
seppuku

i kill myself all the same damn time: be it depressive, be it alcohol, be it an innate

belief in my invincibiliity. i sip from a molotov cocktail of metaphor and reality. it's

the eve of my own discontent, at the same damned time. scrooged, i flip a dickens and

wonder if it's going to really be a wonderful christmas...my bet is i won't back down and

my beliefs will continually collide, at the same damn time; clocked by death will be simultaneous w/

the same damn timing.