Dry

i'm fucking dry. dehydrated from all the pissing about and drunken tears - liquid spilt over nothing like delta divided by 0. water, poured careless, over absorbent surfaces. and the only thing i have to write about is how i can't write for being too parched. too wrung out and over-oozed to produce any more juice. and hell, i'm squeezing. i'm fucking clenching for just a bit of spunk or saliva. sometimes i wonder if the only thing i'm bringing to show and tell is honest failure. to have shit myself and told someone about it. to shine a light on the sublime crud that lives in skin-deep diaries.