Book, the Armageddon

Burning tobacco, kept on lips no fingers. Burning, the smoke, going in all the rooms. Pick two to brood

in. Days are stitched together for me, so that, I wont miss the other days, that are kept outside. I can

watch the sun here, and see it all go. Got lots of sleep, feet are dragged off the bed, and I'm piled on the

ground.

I've fought again, that's it that women, is ready, again. I'm asking to see her go.

She should know Hindi. She should awaken

But I was so terrified, I jumped on my bike, and roared, off, knowing that clapper, kept calling demon, asked me to help, and I said, I could, but then, I couldn't deal with it, anymore, all of Them went for me, must have given him a break.

Until he left it all up to me. Fucking scared. It's a bird-demon.

I thought at first,  she doesn't want to say what she meant, that you are sweet, she says nuts.

listen, I stayed for some time with my hand placed over her head, that's comfortable, a palm on the top of her head... 

There are grades of Black, if you're blind you can't see.

It's the smell you couldn't wash off your hands, it's a mixture of putty and vomit...It sent me dizzy sick. SO ban it...

 I let out fireballs from my fingers, that's why I heard fire, while I'm dizzy in the aisles, dead, dead, and she dies, that bad thing. Catching at my feet, in the shopping aisles, I wont take a thing, not a thing...

One compass, two routes out, ten million backways. Some old scoot, leveling barbed fences in ten mile radius, where I walk less. Two minutes for milk.  Way out of smoking room, what way out to air. Keep 6 foot of smoke in lesser window, open two three inches, no way to cope. Not to escape the smoke,