when i was a fool

i ran away
hiding from the inevitable

it's kinda getin' late?
but baybee it's cold outside!


it's never running away
if the inevitable is
as final as all that...

we start cheating death on day two...

birth day is rough enough on its own.
 
it's kinda getin' late?
but baybee it's cold outside!


it's never running away
if the inevitable is
as final as all that...

we start cheating death on day two...

birth day is rough enough on its own.

not death
just purpose

hiding to heal

it is late
add an hour in two

i am fighting my eyes
body gone limp
this day is almost done
 
not death
just purpose

hiding to heal

it is late
add an hour in two

i am fighting my eyes
body gone limp
this day is almost done

daylight losing time night is a huge kick in the nuts...
wanna share the queen?
i can be grabby or not....?
 
daylight losing time night is a huge kick in the nuts...
wanna share the queen?
i can be grabby or not....?

the queen queened on monday.
claws for the grabby,
protecting the mews.

four more sips
or five?

one gulp
and the pillow calls.
sweet dreams :rose:
 
the queen queened on monday.
claws for the grabby,
protecting the mews.

four more sips
or five?

one gulp
and the pillow calls.
sweet dreams :rose:

gawd damnit!
clawing at the air
and grabbing dust!

tease it, sister...
like i'm a damned bouffant!

well,
i am mostly air...

and you?
you're mostly done...

g'night.

:flowerthingy:
 
when i was a fool

i went through the first page of the gb on a no name tuesday evening...

and in my head
construed a response to every inane and offensive thread that populated it.

and though not a one of these ever saw the light of a *submit reply*,

what i wrote
was not only better than the last posts in any of them,
but satisfied me almost entirely
unsent and barely said.

that's both a comfort and a shame.

there is indeed
less and less to say;

as it seems to have become
when i was a fool.
 
when i was a fool

i went through the first page of the gb on a no name tuesday evening...

and in my head
construed a response to every inane and offensive thread that populated it.

and though not a one of these ever saw the light of a *submit reply*,

what i wrote
was not only better than the last posts in any of them,
but satisfied me almost entirely
unsent and barely said.

that's both a comfort and a shame.

there is indeed
less and less to say;

as it seems to have become
when i was a fool.
Haha, joke's on you, now YOU'RE the last reply in this threa--FUCK!!
 
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