curbdrop out of grace

a hell of a joke

it's a timed agression
it's the new obsession

last nite was fucked up. because i did shots. and i did loads. i did loads in the afternoon while bumming around just because i am. i can. simple. i then went to the espn zone (again) and it was only decent (again). cori came out to meet and i felt bad because she hung out for less time than it took to get there. oh how i love fanta orange.

we did shots at matt's. he likes all the same music as me, which is not as uncommon these days. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. that's right. and there was beering in between. and i don't ever take that many.

i did not lose my load. rather it was entwined with the sugary sweets and salty bitters that broke my back. out of control. i wanted to just dig a hole and rest. tired eyes behind tired minds might just close before the last call.

i wanted to wait up last nite for her but i could not. too much gravity to resist so my head falls limp as the phone call bleeds to empty ears. i do not hear. i do not here.

my potatos and mixed vegs are lovely. but i should get groceries. first time in 7 weeks or so?

posted by fillshe @ 1:20 PM