(wry beams)
welcome home 
My brain is a hole in the wall where the booze flows like a mighty stream taking all sensible hope and conversation for a ride into blinding a stupor of broken glass and crooked smiles before the searing pain of a burning sunday.
But that's just fine because it's monday which, in any other world would be a signal of dread at the sudden, repeated return to banality and slaving away for a crap wage and the recognition of a prick's ilk and lackeys (if you're lucky enough to know how to read it...i generally don't and am scrambling for the optimism). but for me it means i'm 3000 to my perfect pic.
That's reason enough to feel alive in the sunshine.
My brain is a hole in the wall where the booze flows like a mighty stream taking all sensible hope and conversation for a ride into blinding a stupor of broken glass and crooked smiles before the searing pain of a burning sunday.
But that's just fine because it's monday which, in any other world would be a signal of dread at the sudden, repeated return to banality and slaving away for a crap wage and the recognition of a prick's ilk and lackeys (if you're lucky enough to know how to read it...i generally don't and am scrambling for the optimism). but for me it means i'm 3000 to my perfect pic.
That's reason enough to feel alive in the sunshine.
posted by Kid Swinging at 11:05 AM
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