Numerosity Nutcase In Notable Nothingness

cold as ice with the heater on the aspirin causes me to bruise like murky water mirages on a ceiling of used stars, i become lost in thought as the scent of you makes me float on air i believe that i am immersed in the confetti convention of my makeshift reemergence icicles form on the tiny tips of my mustache every breath that i take burns from the consumption of your irresistible image one false stroke southbound and it is suddenly summertime the dunes where many memories were made has dissolved into a sandstorm diary of misty remains every current upcoming morning stings like disposable razors of surefire frigidity my phrase called 'talk' are run-on simple sentence jumping over rusted hurdles of shame and regret hot as hellfire with the window fan on the pradaxa causes my blood to be just thin enough....to cut the heater on again