As of Today

  As of today my brain is once again pan fried. As of today I am once again crippled. I could complain, but then I’d be living in sin. I could think, but thought is evil, no? No! Oh my pain goes beyond the headache it goes to a rushing of blood. "Why did you eat the cupcake?" I am asked. Because I’m tired of the flavor of bile in my mouth. My head is heavy and yet it floats, an object in the nether. I could easily die today if I so wished it. So I close my eyes, but I am still here and awake for all the world to make its viewing. Could you crack me, please? Can you see my sensitive side? My overly sensitive side? I could rest easily as of today. There is more to be spoken but this is neither the time nor the place.