quasi_sean

my autopsy will show signs of a struggle. diseased liver and failed kidneys lungs like wilted burned charcoal that sits in the bottom of a grill until they are useless bad vision and obesity and cracks in the heart sewed back together with threads of compliments and crushes and antibiotics stomach full of various pills some happier sadder sleepier wakeyouthefuckup i'm trying you see...there are traces of marijuana in the bloodstream that is only 20 percent blood and 80 percent alcohol how did this man ever survive for 24 years as nothing more than a shell covered in excess fat and practically no hair?
now get to the brain which is scarred with words--some that don't make much sense--apparently this guy never bothered to learn proper grammer and punctuation as if he really would give a shit about something so trivial--but it seems as tho he tried his hardest and made a few people smile.

Day One
something in the air. makes breathing impossible.

Day Two
i'm trying to sleep. there are hands around my neck.
at some point, i think i am crying.
no more light.
there are no answers.

Day Three
find me facedown covered with a sheet.
it's red. there are stains of green that smile.

Day Four
someone wants to move me.
maybe that is okay.