Wednesday, March 6, 2013

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Raindrops kiss her eyelids-
The sentences she makes with the words vicodin and poptarts are piled one upon the other and burned in a pyre of lonely socks.  
Swit
swit
swit 
the drops dissuade her lids against the coming
shade in the bonnet of the blackballer

(Found this saved as a draft just now while trying to magically conjure up some shit to write about.... No, I have no memory of writing this.  Yes, I must have been high.  On what? Lack of sleep?  Poptarts?  I have no Vicodin....)
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5 comments:

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    1. Oh, that's right. Your a brit. It's hydrocodone. Not sure what brands you have over there.

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  2. I thought pop tarts had xanax. what have i been doing?

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  3. Haha! I find stuff like that on scraps of paper around my desk once in a while.

    I try to remember writing these bits, but can't.

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  4. Oh, my old friends hydrocodone and Pop Tarts, together at last. Nice. You're neat!

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