Meet me at the Bottom

Curl up and die, replenish what was wasted. Stye in the eye, puncture homeostasis; I've declined forward progression. He's cooking crack in the kitchen, paper balls scattered about as we walk and chase the trails with plastic straws. Classic lines for unsettled closure, we beat the heat with paranoia I eat your singers off aluminum foil. Pinch the skin to release and let boil.