I think you've been mislead; Your high horse is infact a pony

[x_reverie_x]

Comrades, this weekend made no sense at all, I am senseless. Maybe the sense left when I woke up at 8am on Saturday morning in need of Chaser and found "Fish Bulb" written on my hand. Maybe it was the man from Australia with the war in his heart, and my number in his phone. Maybe it was Scotty the waiter from New York and Patrick the bartender and Hugo's wooden bench and Macaroni & Cheese. Maybe it was the limousine and Nicolai, and the incessant phone calls from Rob. It was probably, all in all, the cheap beer and words. Spent time and cigarettes.

"And it's not 'clever lonely' or 'interesting lonely'; it's 'lonely lonely,' like the way it feels when you're being hugged by someone and it somehow makes you sadder"









Look I've gone nuts.