Life, the pursuit of happiness and all that jazz.
It’s not as though I care, as you see I’ve already fallen.

Again and again I crash the same plane, just to try this all again;
the ascension, the fall, the ever turning cycle of bipolarity.

Preheat broiler to 666°. Broil livers on broiler rack 7 and 1/2 inches from the heat source for 3 minutes on each side and in every position available. Remove from the oven and finely chop livers.

There are lice in your hair, as the same lies as before.
I myself am lousier than ever and guilt ridden as always.

Little bugs crawling over my skin, hunted by mice, hunted by snakes, hunted by the spectre of ambition lost.

Does anyone care?

Is there anybody out there?

And for that matter, why should I bother?