I am Johnny Knoxville and you are pain - and I laugh at myself for the insanity of wanting to touch you. I am a jackass.

Contact with you is like pushing on a bruise - it hurts - in a good way - and it's something I choose

I get so my currents don't stir me and I seek your turbulent rapids - I remember how you overwhelmed me - a kind of freedom - a kind of being dead

When I came to you I thought I was already dead - and then I died again - and the afterlife with you was sublime

The time was stretched and thin - and you were thick and defined me

I never thought I stopped loving you though that's what I said - I never stopped loving the feel of being dead

The things we consumed afftected my eyes and perspective betrayed me the thing of us loomed, foreshortened, important

I am alive now - and determined to stay so - permanantly hooked up to life support systems but rhythms are rythms because they repeat - and I'll never completely lose death and our dying