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I awoke naked in the cemetery; the devil was nowhere in sight. Scotty laughed his *** off. William simply shook his head. Bob was nowhere to be found. As I walked around, void of shame fueled by alcohol on the verge of stopping my heart. I collected my clothes and realized I had busted my *** in my blacked-out adventures and **** ripped off my right ear. I had forever scrambled my eggs, and deep fried my soul washed away my worries with an ever-approaching sun. Cried fool’s Gold confessions and realized if I ever yearned to be home. Amongst the tombstones and ever-past friends epitaphs. I truly was already here. I don't cry because they're gone. I only cry because I have remained. God never seems to answer the ******* phone!
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Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 7:19 AM UTC
Posing For Pictures With The Invisible Man
I awoke naked in the cemetery; the devil was nowhere in sight. Scotty laughed his *** off. William simply shook his head. Bob was nowhere to be found. As I walked around, void of shame fueled by alcohol on the verge of stopping my heart. I collected my clothes and realized I had busted my *** in my blacked-out adventures and **** ripped off my right ear. I had forever scrambled my eggs, and deep fried my soul washed away my worries with an ever-approaching sun. Cried fool’s Gold confessions and realized if I ever yearned to be home. Amongst the tombstones and ever-past friends epitaphs. I truly was already here. I don't cry because they're gone. I only cry because I have remained. God never seems to answer the ******* phone!
john-patrick-robbins-aka-gonzo
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Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 7:19 AM UTC
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