|nasty disease around town
||[Aug. 7th, 2010|11:18 pm]
|[||level of consciousness
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yoyo, lonely somewhat, redwine to see me blind, sleep - thats the ticket
how do? see the sky turn from black to blue and the sun does come up i hear, only not a one to spend looking at it, or else one, just all too quick, or all to wrong, or not at all casual enough for me. but birmingham, who the fuck am i going to find in birmingham? still he wants to be a writer, plenty of time to write.
the course is burning travelling expenses, need a job, no doubt, and maybe to take advantage of how much money my parents do earn, otherwise whats the point in them earning so much, surely they're passed the threshold where mo' money stops equaling mo happiness. i, almost certainly, am not. need to get out and get fucked and get fucked. need to find a new plot to write to (and no mistake) enjoyment of building something, the fish thing? new poem for the 18th? I'm speaking, or reading at least in halifax, perhaps, perhaps, perhaps i can astonish. learn your words sonny, shout them loud jim, gin, wine~? fine.
in any case who last saw him alive?