It's been a tool fest around here lately. Tools all over. Every kind you could imagine. The coolest kind. You hope you were worth it all. It came and went. Start and finish with tools. Tooling around. Waiting and pointing his finger. We'll miss him. I'm so eager to identify with someone above the ground. No way to recall what it was that you had said to me. Like I care at all. So loud you sure could yell. You took a stand on every little thing and so loud.

She knew she was right; so much to know, no more to fight. Out of mind, out of sight, right? Down to two blacks a night, thats a pack in ten days. Thats ten ways to blackened blood, thickened at the contact of air. Coming over again, back out all over. Breathing in and sleeping in quarter past eight. Half a gram down, lumpy empties into acid.

I should have cried.