Before cleanliness.

the ache continues for the fourth day
waiting for the ice to turn to water
so I can pour a bucketful over my dirty head
and begin my day
a sunny day, that's two sunny days in succession
sometimes, life can't be more rewarding 
savour the sunny days while they last
the clouds can gather around anytime and fuck you up
or be a buffoon and ignore all of it - 
the clouds, the sunny days, this life
outside, bird screeching continues
I am starving already
I feel like chopping my head off
my ashtray sits like dead jackal on my table
its many tails burnt, froth out of its many mouths
its ass destroyed by swords
it won't come alive again.

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