Season's f---ing greetings |
It's an awful goddamn hour to be awake and sober. 4 am and the thoughts have nowhere to go but down and I have no medicine to keep them quiet. My own world is filled with a mish-mash of ja...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 04:52:00 GMT |
condos and compadres |
They are at work. The course Spanish that sounds much smarter than it likely is because I don't understand it seeps through my drafty windows. The carnival waltzes of their music drives my...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 14:38:00 GMT |
too much Buk |
11-24-06-91602
The day came bounding in like an anxious puppy that needs to be walked, and the hangover started licking my face and asking for love. The messages on the phone begged for a...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 15:51:00 GMT |
