Sugar you don’t look so well
7th February 2009Sour like vodkashits
Sop up the new blood stains with a wet towel
slither back into bed flush with the DTs
Soft, the only clean pillow
Crushed to your trembling face restricting flow
The mighty hand of god himself pressing
on the back of your head
Rock that 4 am regret, baby
Crossfade
you're someone else, relax
breathe sharp
7th February 2009 at 12:02 pm
yay for drinking.
8th February 2009 at 12:28 am
yes,
close eyes and blurlight to watergulp,
coldsheets the only respite
let’s press together and forget
8th February 2009 at 7:26 pm
Ty: It’s Sunday, pass the dro.
Isabelle: I could wallow there all day, and when the headache lessens you could read to me from your notebook.
9th February 2009 at 3:24 pm
I HATE the vodkashits.
9th February 2009 at 6:45 pm
Hey, Krissy, welcome. I hate them, too, but you know what’s worse? The CURRYvodkashits. Ew.
9th February 2009 at 6:45 pm
anibobani,
people keep coming to my site from this one….where’s the link baby? or is that top secret? it must buried in here somewhere!
9th February 2009 at 8:06 pm
Alice, darling, my links list is on random so every time you visit you get to discover a different group of people I dig. ;)
10th February 2009 at 10:35 pm
I’m slow. I thought the hand of god was holding your face into the pillow for a whole other reason.