I

Beer, party, tired.
Weak, sleepy, liquor.
How did I get to here?

Yawning, restless, awake.
Beaded sweat, thirsty, no.
Grinding, throbbing, pulse.

Quit feeding me, I must drink the juice alone.



*No idea wtf*

Comments

  1. BM, The Necessary MovementFebruary 18, 2005 at 1:53 PM

    Great poem for a Friday!!!!! Now I am scared to drink!!! Thanx a lot!!!! ;)
    Have a great weekend!!

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  2. JoyFebruary 18, 2005 at 3:21 PM

    Damn, its just Friday?....
    Anyway, good, drink up dont be scared!~

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  3. AzathothFebruary 19, 2005 at 9:50 AM

    I have to work this weekend. Retail suxs.

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  4. GamaFebruary 20, 2005 at 10:18 AM

    Have lots of liquor for me Joy.

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  5. Rex VenomFebruary 20, 2005 at 2:14 PM

    I bet you ‘re a big Lee Marvin fan….
    Um. I mean, you sound like an excellent person to follow the path of debauchery with! Stay cool, and I hope you enjoyed your weekend.

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  6. JayFebruary 20, 2005 at 10:02 PM

    I dont drink, I smoke!
    Smoking is bad to your lungs..
    but without it,
    I will live like a walking corpse.
    So,
    it is best to damage my lungs rather than being a living dead.

    This is not a poem if tht is what you have in mind - this is my confession!

    Hehe

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  7. BM, The Necessary MovementFebruary 21, 2005 at 5:28 AM

    Ok well its monday and I can tell you this...

    I drank a real lot saturday, so much it's monday and I can still fell it!!

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  8. BookendFebruary 23, 2005 at 8:44 AM

    I hate those moments...but they are usually the result of some good times...hmmm?

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