Her digestion is fucked up,

                 Margaux says…

         And I say so is the world.

They interrupt cartoons to

                  foretell our deaths…

     and visions of Johanna

                       Sings

     to the sound of silence

And diamond-sized hail,

                If we die today will we have failed.

        I love you.

 

    [it seems worse than it is]

       We drink to death

                      and then to life

 

I need a cigarette,

                   so does she.

But the FBI has locked me in my house

       because mother nature has been

       labeled a terrorist.