There are sometimes
moments of madness,
when you just stop
thinking clearly.
At times such as this
you thrash around,
in haste, in anger,
in fear...
in consideration of
other things.
For instance:
60 tabs of Codeine 30
can be enough
to take care of things.
There are other ways
to do the same thing,
and there are other times
when a person might think
of such things.
My problem,
if it is a problem,
is that I think of such things
more than a bit often.
Such is the happiness
that accompanies me
all too often.
Not every day,
but often enough
to make me think of such things.
No, this is not a cry
for help.
IF I was actually planning
such a thing,
I would certainly not write of it.
Because people tend to take things
too literally, too seriously,
and they have this thing about life,
that it is precious
and valuable
and worth living,
and shit.
They completly bypass the exits -
Happiness,
or Comfortable,
or Satisfaction,
or Contentment,
or the big intersection ——
Quality Of LIfe.
Those exits are not even considered.
Because those are things
that everyone has.
Right?
Right?

Right.....?

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