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my eyes were burning from all the smoke in the room but i didnt pay any attention to what was going on. i could still hear everyone laughing and walking around.
all the faces were too pink and covered in an alcohol sheen and various other substances illegal and legal and you can almost feel the tension hanging in the air. it makes those short hairs on the back of your neck crackle with electricity and every gaze is met with a round stare. thick black pupils and slim color lapping around the outside. hard white sclera.
bloated eyes still wanting more.

not so much walking as slumping against the wall, melting on arm chairs. molding into the couches. no one bothered to take their shoes off anymore, your toes would be numb from the puddles of melting snow and the lack of heat anyway.

i had my head in my arms, and i felt the cigarette burning the filter in my fingers. my head was too heavy to pick up and my fingers were too thick to move. it can burn, there's still time.

the vocalist was yelping along to the track that was hurtling through space, all those little white pin pricks whizzing by your head at a fantastic pace and spinning along the milky way.

no one will pull over for you to puke. and there arent any rest stops along this stretch of the road.
the next stop isnt for six years.

anyone asking if your okay doesnt receive a response. why bother. they dont care. their drink is getting warm in their hand and you are too busy getting colder on the table.

the whole room is spinning.
please, i just want to go home. i just want to go to bed.




i can taste my heartbeat in my mouth.