"She needs a totem."
Last night I fell apart again. Just like I have a million times before. I don't know where that fear and I don't know... contempt, came from.
The gods I once knew are gone, and nothing's left but the memory of a calm and solid reality.
Or maybe I'm sober for the first time.
And what's worse, is I think I may be bored with cigarettes. Shit, I wonder how you can get some acid in this town.
... the angels singing say, "We are alone with you." I am alone and they are too few.
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