Saturday night upon me again,
its time to tackle the lions den...

Once again we make preparations for
an atypical situation...

you
and me...

I am
baffled by addiction...

At the time
I gave no thought...

odds used as live bait
morsels for bread and butter...

Neurological
Enzymes...

She may love me
Or...

My wounds grow deeper,
laying beneath this...

A seductive aroma
fills the air...

elevated above-
my eyes south-facing...

My dreams dwell, in a conceptual state.
Sharp images seduce, my resting mind...