Quietly I’m losing my mind. Too soon. There’s a waiting list for the doctor and a line for gas. My tank is emptier than my stomach. At least cars don’t faint.That cheesecake was nice but it leaked out of my eyes like something was pulling it out violently. Cruelly.In my dream I saw a bathtub full of acid with my name written in ink. A nice lady held a clipboard and arranged for a bath. I cried and no one heard but I hoped they’d regret it. All of it. Art is worth nothing until you die.Something hit me like a truck when I was alone. An idea. Ingenious in my head. In front of you, it turned to mush. I should stop believi