idiocy
Sunday, October 26, 2003
geez, apparently i'm obsessed with small talk in the morning.which is funny, cause me in the morning is really quiet and confused and mostly angry and wanting coffee and/or painkillers and maybe for the night to come back so i can go on sleeping.
luckily for all of us, i just woke up to a headache alone, so tho i left this weekend's integrity somewhere downtown at about 10:30, let alone in my friend;s living room at 2:30, well, it had to be left somewhere, didn't it?
at least this way nobody else was hurt.
tho you cannot tell from my posts, mostly because i do not post them, but my lyrics are way way better when i am drunk. the sober ones are way to constrained and scared.
i've just sent the latest batch on to bobbie for fixing. he's a guitar genius and a poet, too, i hope he can rake something from the rubble.
today was lovely, i was hungover, but the weather's been perfect, tho i cannot see the northern lights, the stars have been pretty.
idiocy
to edit the precvious post, apparenlty i have drunkenly and quite magically deleted the first half of that message.because sometimes divine intervention takes sa hanfd.
thank god.
drunk and saved by my own stupidity and typing error.
how many nuclear strikes were avoided this way??
"i'm angrym, an ddrunk, what the hell is the code again??"
mostly, just fascinated that i managed to deltedte quite so completely and quite so much,
i would start to operate in "word"(tm) instead, but one is safe and scared in what one knows and is sure of. and so, to the cowards cowering in the dark, and to the nice ones who strive to be brave and every once in a great while get to make out in alleys for their redemption.
to any one of the three of my confusion,
here's to drunken make-out sessions in irredeemable alleys.
be right here right now.
to hell with tomorrow, and the small talk of the morning.
now go make that a motherfucking song, would you?
idiocy
esss it still is, cause i get to, if i am lucky, crawl back upstaisrs, cause it's unsafe to try to walk, and fantasize about at the very least the threee of you , qhwo do not car, but it's ok, caiuse i can still go upstairs and in the dark alone in this empty house dance my motherfucking ass off ujtnil my drunkl asss falls over and then i will sleep and hopefully he dreams of dread will not come, and hopefully in the moring in my guilt will be undone and life will go on with a headache alone,.which is fine,.
because relaly, what the hell would i say to any of you in the morning?????