loft

I'm sitting in the Loft enjoying a glass of white chardonney. Why am I here i wonder? Why does it matter? She's looking for boarding passes and i'm stuck on this donkey machine. What else can I say? I'm a man of wisdom yet madness. You probably won't understand until i'm six feet under but at least i can say i tried. I tried to do the best i could to be the best son in the world, but i lost him. My father, my aunt, my own. Who do I talk to? Who can i trust anymore? This fear and loathing has encumbered my soul. Seek asylum, fly a cane, eat the medicine, goodbye old pain. I'm going to the rock show on Saturday. Seek refuge from a friend. Am I alone in this world? Why can't i connect? All i have been thinking is bleep boops and bee bops and philosopy and resuming. The life I can live without the pressure, without the pain. I am stronger than that, i fulfill your appetite of knowledge. The people around me are jesterly finding ways to let loose & enjoy themselves. I want to start a conversation but the words whimper into a tiny hush. Is this the end to zombie Shakespeare? Lets hope not or else i'll find the bastards and show them my lazerreto, my home.