is this witchy? my thoughts are cloudy this is weird: my mind is clear in this hyper-chlorinated pool of humanity you're very clean i give up is this hunger? i can't remember this is strange: we're just the same in this insatiable, unstable subspecies you're very sweet i give up flies woke up, confused sprung to life and spring all here and everything sleeping on the kitchen couch sun everywhere you're very clear i give up why put the light on? why put the light at all?