Take One
I feel sad. The lack of intuition and abundace of booze is getting to me. I've finished Naked Lunch. I feel apathetic about the whole ordeal. I read Anthem by Ayn Rand. I'm happy and surprised that Ayn Rand does not get flagged as an improper spelling. Makes me feel like things aren't so bad.
Don't start me trying now. Cause I'm all over it Angeles.
I don't think I'll ever be satisfied. I feel as though my secret wishes are too dark, too destructive. I don't know whether or not I'm glad to meet you.
1 comment:
I feel bad that you went home and felt sad.
Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it. Hope I don't blow it.
Here's to a couple drinks in moderation on Thursday.
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