i have a bird.
i do not like her.
her name is millie.
i feel sorry for her,
dumped into the trainwreck that is my life.
i will go home and hold her,
because i have to - for her sake.

tomorrow i will play drums.
on national television.
funny strange or funny ha ha?
who knows.

people are spiraling around me.
can't seem to help anyone.
talk of parasites frustrates and upsets me.
shouldn't surf the internet these days.