mort omni videre,
mort videre omni,
i don't know how to properly attack
attack a god...
but i do know what if i didn't
write while, i could consider
myself an alcoholic...
death all seeing /
death sees all...
just about as much as:
gods sees a lot of donkeys...
all i know is that,
if didn't write a single world
while drunk, i could be considered
the local joke, the drunk...
the ********* of the shittest possible
gambler,
but i actually do write something,
and that makes me what,
duke of edinburgh in waiting?
no, it just means that u actually
have something to offer...
it might not be the spectacular
sober horror stories of a steve,
sure i write a lot concerning
my personal life,
which, joyously enough contains
more cats these days than actual people,
the fact being, when i drink,
but nonetheless keep a pedantic approach
to spelling and punctuation,
the fact that i write, and that my drunk
opinions are sometimes worth more
than the sober opinions of others...
now, if i simply drank,
and didn't bother these idle hands into
some sort of work, sure,
even i'd consider myself a drunkard,
but these bacon rashes, these scratches
of attempt at a novel,
always end up proving me wrong,
so i have my sharpshooter *****
concoction, and i really am,
contemplating taking a ****
and yes, i am perched on a windowsill
like a crow on a crow, donning
a band t-shirt like it's the 19-80s...
fanboy all the way,
but when you get introduced into
a prog rock band as original and non-celeb
at king crimson -
well...
drinking really becomes that all
much more fun,
scaring the neighbours...
or converting them into cult members...
to be honest,
after you punch yourself in the face
to turn your knuckles in plums to wake
up in order to pay attention to
the drinking: you have just passed the -
i really don't give a **** gate.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
mort omni videre,
mort videre omni,
i don't know how to properly attack
attack a god...
but i do know what if i didn't
write while, i could consider
myself an alcoholic...
death all seeing /
death sees all...
just about as much as:
gods sees a lot of donkeys...
all i know is that,
if didn't write a single world
while drunk, i could be considered
the local joke, the drunk...
the ********* of the shittest possible
gambler,
but i actually do write something,
and that makes me what,
duke of edinburgh in waiting?
no, it just means that u actually
have something to offer...
it might not be the spectacular
sober horror stories of a steve,
sure i write a lot concerning
my personal life,
which, joyously enough contains
more cats these days than actual people,
the fact being, when i drink,
but nonetheless keep a pedantic approach
to spelling and punctuation,
the fact that i write, and that my drunk
opinions are sometimes worth more
than the sober opinions of others...
now, if i simply drank,
and didn't bother these idle hands into
some sort of work, sure,
even i'd consider myself a drunkard,
but these bacon rashes, these scratches
of attempt at a novel,
always end up proving me wrong,
so i have my sharpshooter *****
concoction, and i really am,
contemplating taking a ****
and yes, i am perched on a windowsill
like a crow on a crow, donning
a band t-shirt like it's the 19-80s...
fanboy all the way,
but when you get introduced into
a prog rock band as original and non-celeb
at king crimson -
well...
drinking really becomes that all
much more fun,
scaring the neighbours...
or converting them into cult members...
to be honest,
after you punch yourself in the face
to turn your knuckles in plums to wake
up in order to pay attention to
the drinking: you have just passed the -
i really don't give a **** gate.