Mass Confusion In a State of Shock

i am not thinking straight today as i make myself a spaghetti sandwich ever since i kissed the lips of loneliness, i have been fasting for the reuniting of our chemistry however the end result is always anionic bonding my wish is for the cationic vibe and the freedom from the red rain i add ice to the jar of pickle juice and wash the spaghetti sandwich down then i grab the first of the two cookie shakes from the freezer the blue warmth of my tears melt the usual deliciousness away i guzzle it down as the cookie bits scratches my tonsils then i grab the second of the two cookie shakes, but i never get through it somehow i fall asleep dreaming dreams of time machines and aladdin's lamps when i wake up to get ready for work, i realize that it is saturday fully and heavily clothed, i carelessly plop down on the carpet my rumbling stomach reminds me of where i am i rush to the bathroom and empty the contents to the overly soiled toilet i stare into space on up into the next day i am impervious to the deprivation of sleep it is in your flawless honor that i do openly weep i so wish that your heart could have been something that i could keep you took everything when you left with the black sheep now i consider myself an extreme hoarder for your love boxes of memories construct a quicksand sea in my mind i drown intentionally to become carelessly and helplessly lost in it all....