Manic Depression Feeling proposes. Reason disposes. Manic’s a piece of cake: walk on water, slam dunk what ever comes along: read the minds of others if I feel like it, breathe under water, all road signs talk to me and radio songs say what’s on my mind, wisdom for the remainder of the days and no red lights. Depression: holy hell of course, how could it be other wise? Stupid piece of shit. Confidence be gone; boy scouts roasting weenies under my breast bone and I wake early in the mornings with great cracking yawns wide as the Grand Canyon over and over and over
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 11:25:55 +0000