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the wine tastes all right. perfect because i cant remember another accomplished evening. suppressing memories. still far too tender. holding my head in a gallon sized bottle. and its nice. i was getting tired of pretending to be sober.
but its all right. i’m all right.
helping to support my delusions. one arm around carlo the other clasping 100% additive-free natural tobacco. blue, a least favorite color but my comrades in this ongoing battle.
but its not as bad as leaving me thinking. alone dreaming. making decisions based on
all too frequent guessing.
clean breaks are always better than slow fades i say. i just cant bring myself to get up and go. to walk away, get away.
life isn't as hard as it seems but its all in the eye of the beholder and guess what i’m seeing?
is it a broken down fleeting image of something once pristine?
a jumbled wreck of twisted metal, broken chairs, lies and deceit?
or is it just what's left jutting from the torn away layers of childhood fantasy?
but its all right. i’m all right.
helping to support my delusions. one arm around carlo the other clasping 100% additive-free natural tobacco. blue, a least favorite color but my comrades in this ongoing battle.
but its not as bad as leaving me thinking. alone dreaming. making decisions based on
all too frequent guessing.
clean breaks are always better than slow fades i say. i just cant bring myself to get up and go. to walk away, get away.
life isn't as hard as it seems but its all in the eye of the beholder and guess what i’m seeing?
is it a broken down fleeting image of something once pristine?
a jumbled wreck of twisted metal, broken chairs, lies and deceit?
or is it just what's left jutting from the torn away layers of childhood fantasy?