She is a pervasive ghost,
always the tall, the green,
or the brown, the wavy grass,

but here I go, back to Bach again,
leaning/
thinking,
I know how to take care of myself.

Ha! Chop those pills by half!
Genius! You dark, stupid,
germ-infested
snake.

At least, at my lowest, I know
when things are dark,
when death looks enchanting,
I am in the bad ass real world.

I need hospitals at every rest stop.

Lock and chains and feed me with
shovels.

Deep d-minor keeps my arms at
my side,
keeps me from
destroying all that is bad in
my world, all of me.

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