Untold Tales of kenny moore

4.50 am
Wide awake blinded by this screen.

Everything is sencitive.

My nerves on fire.


Eyes can baerly see.
So so sencitive.


Evrything i put to my mouth tastes like gandys flip flop.
Tastes foul.

Quick get to the loo.
Niagra falls is on its way.


Shite flooding from him.
LIke a man slashed across the throut.


Teeth feel furry.
Mouth tastes shite.

take the blanket off .
Its to hot,hotter than the sun glaring at me from the corner of my living room.

Blanket back please ime freezing now.

The sun in one corner.
The north pole in the other.

Ime trapped, cornerd myself.

I grin and baer this constant change of weather within myself.


So tired but no not for you no sleep.
Just adds to this torture.

The darkness is faiding, out side.

But still the night within clings on like its life depends on it.

I sit lean back and sigh.

Sick of being sick.

Get up to make some tea nearly collapse.

Sod the tea crash on the sette.

mouth as dry as a camalels c u next tuesday.

But dont want to move just lay down and suffer.

Minds saying your the only fool feeling this .

But i know ime not alone.

sorry will finish this later feeel shite,gonna lay down.