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so this afternoon i'm sitting on my couch drinking a beer and my neighbor comes over for a chat. i asked him if he saw me last night..still trying to piece my night together. apparently i walked over to his house and told him i couldn't get into my apartment, keys in hand. shit faced. i love slo.

you're way too old to keep putting me down like this.

and even if i somehow find the strength to stand, it doesn't mean i won't go missing.

i should know better than to use words
like never and hate.

we play dead
we play dead
we play deadly.

jokes on me

everyday i feel less and less

"Thou has not half the power to do me harm, as I have to be hurt."

-william shakespeare

sadness is and sadness was
and sadness will always be because
comfort comes around from the strangest of men.

please don't ask me where i'm goin cause i don't know

and again..

not again.

what have I done to deserve you?
must have done something cause that's how it works
must have been kind to kittens and birds,
in a previous life must have thought happy thoughts...

i can't even place in third
fun is fun
but fun aint love

inches away

i feel you EVERYwhere..

in the end i am half empty.

what am i doing?

it's almost nauseating and hilarious that someone so "knowledgable" can't tell the difference between love and a booty call. go figure. as long as your both gettin some.