Ten thousand times I could tell you over,nHow many times I would rip through walls and ticking a typing.nnI wrote a library of books in that back closet.nScraping at the walls, with my knees in a magazine.nRoll her on out just to slide her back in.nUnravelling rolls into their machinery and click away.nnThis was where you could embrace misery.nWith enough energy you could talk yourself out of anything.nA mind in flight, full of addiction; a circulating masterpiecennThis glorious night, as I trip the horizon turns vertical.nI'd burn this place down if I had a match.nnMy nicotine hands are shaking.nA frantic voice is at the other side of the receiver.nWon't you even tell me a portion of the problem?nnI grab a fist full of air and lunge at your face.