Thursday, May 22, 2008

godspeed you

Lately, I can only write in shitty poetry. And I can only drink beer or wine. And I chain-smoke like a mad woman, using an empty beer bottle as an ashtray.

And I want to fall asleep in your arms.
I want to be yours.

1 comment:

Matthew said...

this really doesn't relate very well, but one time I used a sliced tomato to kill my roaches in all day.