Jan 2015
I am bleeding words onto the floor
Spattered puddles
And random pools
In patterns that make no sense
None
At all
Because I have no cuts
No wounds that issue forth
It is simply nonsense
And nothing more
Because I have gone.....
Well, you know.
Spattered puddles
And random pools
In patterns that make no sense
None
At all
Because I have no cuts
No wounds that issue forth
It is simply nonsense
And nothing more
Because I have gone.....
Well, you know.
Day 5 no smoking. Stacey told me that I am batshit crazy and not fit for human companionship today. My wife agreed and they both left. Now I have no one to throw pens at. ****…
Written by
James Jarrett
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