I'll never be good enough to quote Mr. Eisold
If I spoke your name would you know?
Your name in numbers: 5 4 8
Obvious.
You're oblivious.
Keep your fucking thoughts to yourself.
It's easy; the rest don't pretend and they never cared in the first place.
Still, you care for them like a mother for a child
I'm sitting here praying you're okay
And does it matter?
Take your time, goodbye.
I'm gone.
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I'd say that's pretty damn good considering I was three sheets to the wind and it was 5am. Ernest Hemingway I ain't, but that's not half bad. If I knew a fucking thing about poetry I might make a decent sixth-rate hack coffee house douche nozzle.
Okay, so maybe I'll just stick to prose.
That's it for tonight. I have a load of other blogs planned, including the one where I talk about the time I screwed Britney Spears on a shit-stained toilet in an Arby's restroom.
2 comments:
Hey Nick. You should capitalize Spears. Then you can be the hack douche nozzle whatever. yeah, i nitpick. or would this be, "Nickpick"? See, I used your name in there!!
There. I fixed it ya fartknocker!
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