Escaping the Desert, or Again Exodus

I want a cigarette, I want three shots with a stroll in between, I want two edibles and to give some transcendent head, I want to masturbate, I want to be reading a chapter of a book I can get sucked into, I want to be in love with music again, I want to cry and let it all out, I want a key of coke, I want the fattest rip my lungs can hold, I want to be in a new relationship where they don’t know I’m a human being and I’m too anxious to let it be known, I want as many bumps of ketamine as y’all are having and a mosey to the dance floor, I want to be the dullest star in the place but radiant nonetheless, I want the breeze in my hair, I want to get off, I want a two hour doom scroll, I want a Wikipedia rabbit-hole, I want to learn something new, I want to be inspired, I want big money at the slots, I want you to please dear god keep playing with my hair, I want to roll up a ciggy so I can take my 15 and finally get my shoulders to relax, I want a beer, Oh god I fucking hate beer but one would really hit the spot right now ---

I don’t have time to think about that right now, I want the static in my ears to go away, I don’t know if it ever does, I don’t hear it when I don’t listen.

--- I want only another 5 minutes on my phone, I want to stay up until my body sleeps on its own, I want a lip full of snus, I want to get crossed without getting the spins, I want to never be given morphine just in case, I want a double espresso shot, I just want a fucking drink,

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