Dec 25, 2007 16:48
back to the doctor tomorrow after two weeks off. new perscriptions and you know whats funny is that ive been able to drink the past week
and drunk dreams are going to get me through so much because in them i get to see you and walk with you and we talk about everything and sometimes you shoot me in the dream. you've been appearing everywhere in my memory like a nasty flu bug, just can't shake it. in reality im sure you wouldn't be so nice, nice enough to hold me or to kill me. youd be sympathetic... the way you would look at a hamster with leprosy. still cute, just kind of icky. im not contagious.
its funny... after a few martinis everything in my subconcious is crystal clear; its like a trade off with the blurry reality that is present at the time.
lortab dreams are not as fun because they are just so blurry. but not drunk dreams, no sir.
if i see you again and it is in real time and not some metaphysical wormhole, i really hope i look good. maybe a blue curly wig and rainbow eyelashes. something flashy- god only knows how you remember me, chubby and smiling with too much black eyes shadow and an ill fitting blazer. oh yea, and some gaudy earrings. goulet.