I want the cold, the deep cold coming from the cold warmth of the needle in the fucking vein, watching traffic zoom by and nothingness embracing everything like God looking down on ants and reflecting the genius of flies all over my goddamn carcass rose blossom in the chamber and super nova of emptiness coming finally in the blood stream and the lost urge to scream calmed calmed traffic zooming, children laughing Jesus is laughing too he doesn't hug me doesn't know me doesn't fucking care and neither do I.