it's 

not over 

yet/yes 

it is

i may or may not have been here before

but i am sure that this is my last

chance to ever be happy again

you sit on the sink with your long socks

on blowing bubbles into the cabinets

black open graves

i'll take what's behind door number

three thousand and twenty five

for two hundred dollars jack

the lights dim and the air grinds and

leans out of the room as the curtain parts

and everything is fart noise