First entry of the date February 15 
Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door the fridge has 
Been obsolete for weeks 
Two took my shortcut through the switchyard last night 
Neither made it past the T 
They didn't make the fence so they fed the rats 
And I'm surprised it wasn't me 
No opportunity, the outside world is an empty space 
And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place 

Continuation of a eulogy 

Belly full of bock, fit to enbalm, don't wanna talk 
Or leave this head, let alone this house 
Cause past the lunacy there's bravery 
At least I think a bit 
It all this shit is such a comedy, let me in on the skit 

Stick in the skull 

Final entry, February 15 
Stircrazy in a daze 
Home to wake from a dream