all around you
so i met a pretty fun girl. she tried, evidently, kinda damn hard (and failed) to get me and my friend arrested. but she got us high. and our most recent nights, spent with bottles of Jameson and Fighting Cock, have been quite adventurous and elegant. if there was any heartbreak split between us (these nights and mornings are getting more wintery), then, at least, on my part, the Hang-Ups and Halloween, Alaska have managed to wash away whatever trace of it that i wasn't able to escape via new poems (though, i suppose, it's possible that i've totally missed some points or the entirety of it, but these things get kind of blurry for me when ever cute girl let's me play with her hair as one lies in my lap while driving home from the cities, drunk enough, while listening to Zoo Animal)
on another note: frustrations still run plain and sharp and very very insincere.
on another note: frustrations still run plain and sharp and very very insincere.