I sit.
think,
write,
drink
continue on for a while...
like most of us,
but not
like most of us.
they've got it all wrong,
baby,
you can be romantic
with yourself
in a fucked up
sort of way
and this includes the
brush, the bottle,
the needle inside your arm
or the
typewriter
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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