[alyasa]

I debased myself, incongruously, today. It rained all day, and I had been wasting in the coop, letting my fingernails grow, and lounging around au naturel, the weather beating down inesscesantly on the concrete canopies and drumming a buzzing, hissing static tattoo. The light from the sun glowed a dull, muted yellow through the grey of the pregnant clouds and my lungs filled with the swirling blue steel of cigarette smoke. Scratching fingers gouged red tracks on unwashed skin, a maze of raw lines etched; and then fading; marking the progress of seconds filtered through a haze of nicotine and desperate, sweaty longing. Dirt crumbled and collected in the recesses of unmarked nether regions, a monument of slovenliness and apathy.