i do have these moments when i sincerely ask myself and the cosmos if I'm gonna go out amy winehouse style
and the people that knew me would shake their heads in pity at the thought of my exit from existence
and mak would never have another drink ever again
and the eyes of the person who finds that corpse would glaze over for just a second before the cold comes
and I'm taking a spicy shit right now and my ass hole hates me, both for engorging in too many spicies the previous night and for typing out this winehouse absurdity as i take a spicy shit.
