Day 25 (Love Letter to Lindsey Lohan)

Desperate is my despair and resistant is my resonance but it resounds and compounds our tireless confessions to obsessions with mime's crimes and haunting silent screams through air so thick it seems to penetrate the open legged and eager.

Meager is the existence of those lost in thought never acting or combating the localized anesthetic numbing slow fast the last laugh of the media's flashing forewarning of what you should have done a week before you gave up and let them win but there it is again undefined other ominous and oppressive crushing haunting daunting mirrored image of your self reliance and utter attempt at defiance but have you ever jumped outside of the box only toss your bar stool matches over your shoulder and leave the smouldering ashes of your past remains its all so simple yet we need the complexity to self serve the disturbing quest for reliving Greek mythological tales I may have loved you once but like Lenny my hand fell to hard on your  nape crushing feeble strength of the not to soon to be forgotten past present future wet dream's soiled linen spot.

Blood caught in a clot soon to pass through tight vein pressure builds and pressure fades yet your the one who stays determined to exist to resist the insatiable desire to deny mirrored reflection and become our own cancerous infection.