Shit......
Life.... I am drunk, and maybe otherwise. Why can't life be all butterflies and daisies? Well, maybe some people do not have hardship, but that is not life for the rest of us! It is certainly interesting though, is it not?
I wonder often about the comma. What an enigma? Many years of implicit study about when something so simple should appear has yielded very little conscious understanding.
I don't know whether to be high on life or depressed. Life is never..... Who knows reallly, who knows WTF is really going on. (Not a question!) Poetry? Or just suffering before it begins? I happen to know it is the latter. You see, tomorrow I have to wake up relatively early. It is one of my few days of rest. I had fun tonight, but tomorrow there will be a price, and every minute I spending writing this the debt becomes slightly deeper.
I just wish it was easy sometimes, but then I often realize why it can never be. I wonder what I will think of my writing in the morning. I wonder if I still write better wasted than my students who can't write for shit when they are sober. Hypocrite, the role I must play. People can be assholes, especially when drunk. Fuck, I am really wasted. I feel as if I need this, yet tomorrow and the rest of this week there may be payback. Shit, Kurgan's theme is playing! That is how I know everything will be okay.
Yeah, Right!
::Just Gimme the Prize!::
::Give me your kings,::
::Let me squeeze them in my hand::
::Your puny princes!::
For all of you who know the significance of that song, it will never be forgotten!
Not as long as I am who I am
Peace,
Captain Dubious Uno
P.S. It is better to burn out than to fade away!
I wonder often about the comma. What an enigma? Many years of implicit study about when something so simple should appear has yielded very little conscious understanding.
I don't know whether to be high on life or depressed. Life is never..... Who knows reallly, who knows WTF is really going on. (Not a question!) Poetry? Or just suffering before it begins? I happen to know it is the latter. You see, tomorrow I have to wake up relatively early. It is one of my few days of rest. I had fun tonight, but tomorrow there will be a price, and every minute I spending writing this the debt becomes slightly deeper.
I just wish it was easy sometimes, but then I often realize why it can never be. I wonder what I will think of my writing in the morning. I wonder if I still write better wasted than my students who can't write for shit when they are sober. Hypocrite, the role I must play. People can be assholes, especially when drunk. Fuck, I am really wasted. I feel as if I need this, yet tomorrow and the rest of this week there may be payback. Shit, Kurgan's theme is playing! That is how I know everything will be okay.
Yeah, Right!
::Just Gimme the Prize!::
::Give me your kings,::
::Let me squeeze them in my hand::
::Your puny princes!::
For all of you who know the significance of that song, it will never be forgotten!
Not as long as I am who I am
Peace,
Captain Dubious Uno
P.S. It is better to burn out than to fade away!