but not the chest

been reading jarvis,
slowly.
is this what you've been working on for so many years?
i had no idea.
still bleeding from that last one. they tell me i'm going to bleed for a month this time.
you told me you didn't want me to go, but you never gave me a reason why. you just told me you wanted me to stay. it wasn't enough, you know.
i'm under and alone for the first time in a long time and i want to go deeper
so much deeper.
they have no idea.
fifty pills and a spoonful deep.
my science, i am so lost.
and at least two decades behind and under.
he chased me through the gigantic, six floor building last night before i decapitated him and posted his bald, white, overly fatted head and red painted-on clown nose on the plaque on the wall. his smile never faded even as his eyeballs dried crispy.
we've been watching deer in the yard and marking out a garden.
they have no idea.
it is essential that you try allagash curieux. it makes old rasputin look like a blundering oaf.
my friends think i have a tongue.
they have no idea either.
"it" has something less to do with an erection than i expected "it" to.
but something, certainly.
or "it" owes thanks to an erection, at least.
he smelled like you the entire motherfucking flight. what kind of hell is this? what have i done that my nose has to suck on your motherfucking taint while i'm trying to ice pick my third eye?
oh. right. i forgot.