Current mood:Awake on Niquil
I wrote this while seeing how long I could stay awake after a triple dose of Niquil...
A night Quilt.
A million ways to end.
"Write about rambling!," I ordered.
My hand looks a bit too small and the plant is waving goodnight. Niquil showing signs of life where it should not be found. Eyes becoming dry and heavy from gravity, probably. A night quilt.
over and over and over and over and over and over and over again and again
Offer me a drink. Something on the rocks. A shot of bottom shelf liquor, just for looks. Take advantage of me when I'm good and drunk. Please. Honest.. . Try and show me the thing that real boys tend to think of all too often. I'm stuck in this shallow corner with bad lighting during a thunder storm on X-mas eve. You're gone for the summer, you say? When will life blink?
An ugly bird yells in the distance.
No parents intentionally raise quitters... that's just another let down my parents have had to face.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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