(new meter)

My brain is the lost twist on the last dance to bring it back one more time if only we weren't so fucking blind and helpless to see six feet in front of me (before fucking anybody).

Right now i'm lost. stumbled well and pleased to be the r&r machine ready to sleep as long and fucking hard as anything...

DRUNK!

And who knows...who cares...because i don;t.

I'm just as pleased to be slurring and bloodshot and aching to be dreaming.