never received a thank you..
every night I end up in the drunk tank…
four walls can't protect me... A pint of piss ..to me, is better than an empty glass of yesterday when jesus, mary, joseph were heard frequently, and then you said life's a dream
i said chances are usually what i take but at this age its a pathetic stab at fate
Found myself sitting on the roof.. looking up at the stars above. Memories filled my head.. when the comet once grazed the night sky. Stars dabbles the dark sky. I remember A ring of Bright Slaughter. And when I spat in the waters. Nostalgia grows.
I couldn’t sleep last night. Last night was awful… just awful. ..Im just so sick of being so afraid..
If i thought for just one second that i could get away with it .. believe me.. I wouldn’t be living like some fucking hermit.
I found myself wide awake..i needed pills to put me down.
Johnny and Max the Scumbag were still there. .They were still there . .and the apartment looks like a war torn battle ground.. when I woke up..they just left.. and that filthy bastard drank the rest of my orange juice.. Supplie are running low I gotta get to the supermarket..
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