sitting hunchedly, grumbling, looking downward harumphedly

"bartender, i appreciate the offer but,,,,"

-pulls a bottle of stolichnaya vodka and some crumpled up tin foil and a bendy straw and a lighter out from its left shirt pocket-

"certainly you dont mind....

...if i smoke in here?"

gripped by a sudden ambiguous lack of continuity, it decides that it will smoke the down in the bathroom. skooma, it means.. and hurriedly crumples the foil, straw , and lighter into a single ugly ball before quickly shoving it into the pants pocket this time.

"what oh what does someone do,

when superposition gets hold of you?

cant say yes, cant say no,

cant decide if its time to go,

yet half of me can plainly see

logically i need to leave,

should have left so long ago,

my heart betrays me..

this, i know..."

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