He said it was a motherfucker. A motherfucker that intruded on his well being and his ability to see passed things.
He said that that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing-Semi obliterating his idea of self to pieces and making it difficult to breathe another breath in a town that is closing in around him is ok.
Action. Or lack there of.
That’s become the motherfucker. The white elephant that dances on his head while he sleeps.
But smiles still come wrapped in deterioration.
I felt bad. But thought it could be worse.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 