I'm limited now. I'm wearing the chains once again. It's back to will. Living inside head. Not participating in all that's out there.

Breathe. Well, I try. It's hard when I'm smoking every moment. How could breath be missing? Terrible cigarettes. Little fucking devils they are. If anything isn responsible for taking my breath, it's those white sticks. Cursed they be. Away vamoos.

Snorting like a panicked bull. That's how hard-chargers go about it. Short of breath. Clipped breathing.