Friday, May 20, 2005


I love to drink, i love to drink. I'd drink most every day.
It's better than my life, i see - mo' better in every way.
I want to drink right now, in fact but cannot find a friend.
so i think i'll drink all by myself and write about the end.

it's nice outside...i'm being called to imbibe and inhale the sweet smell of summer. it always smells sweeter when the spirits are running with your platelets. why is that?


Blogger Park Gnome said...

Ah, but that is just the moment's thoughts, not the real you. For you see more for your future than the bottom of a bottle. It might be because of these moments in time like now that you aren't a vet or Indiana Jones when that is your true passion and calling, not the false passion of the moment. Let this moment pass when you want to think about the end and instead look at the future that you envision and climb the heart challenging staircase that leads you there, not this false, easy escalator that only leads down, down, down....

2:56 PM  
Blogger chaudes said...

I have posted some of
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Anonymous Senor Guano said...

Need to make that poem into a song.

1:11 PM  

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