Melting Brain in The grotesque metamorphosis of a Bi-Polar human into a Tri-polar monster.

Running through your own mind like a hot knife through butter it sizzles and bubbles in an off-gold smoke as you breathe in and breath around within and without your eyes begin to betray you about a billion moments too soon so you cry in a heap, in a pile of clothes, and they smell like the lilies in the god damn field is on fire and the seeds are all spreading but you are allergic to new growth or anything green in the first place and the last place where you take your last breath and have your last thoughts and they are about your first dog and how gentle he was and how he stayed alive just a little bit longer for you.