Living.
My muscles ache, my stomach burns, I can't feel my fingertips, I have a new scratch, I'm still a little drunk, I may have failed a class, my friend may have lost his job, I think I smoked a cigarette (and liked it), I don't know where I'm going, but I'm hurting people as I stumble around to find a way.
Is this poem fodder?
No...not very original.
I actually feel pretty damn good right now.
http://wolf.ok.ac.kr/~annyg/english/e5.htm
Dogmeat wine : Wine of wax gourd and digested dogmeat fermented by yeast.
Charlie would hate me if he only knew how much I want to try that.
Is this poem fodder?
No...not very original.
I actually feel pretty damn good right now.
http://wolf.ok.ac.kr/~annyg/english/e5.htm
Dogmeat wine : Wine of wax gourd and digested dogmeat fermented by yeast.
Charlie would hate me if he only knew how much I want to try that.