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.