It is Friday: Go Right Ahead
She claimed he was my type, which I took to mean a little bit twisted.
A massive hollow swallowed.
Too drunk to stop.
I’m nihilistic, antagonistic, violent, horrible – but not obliterated, yet.
Room 453 smelled of beer, barbecue, and old leather.
The party was a bust, full of Valley chicks, jocks, and rockabillies.
Pig Mountain Valley in the middle of the South.
I prepared by swallowing a couple of quaaludes washed down with Jack Daniels.
Stirring the fiery liquid.
One drink away.
Light leeches out.
Tags: alcohol, Friday, Lydia Lunch
This Friday thing always confuses me.
What’s wrong with confusion?
if you start drinking, it’ll start to make more sense.
This Friday thing always confuses me.
What’s wrong with confusion?
if you start drinking, it’ll start to make more sense.
drinking – confusion
confusion – drinking
sounds like a win – win situation to me
confusinebriated? drunpkuzzled.
drinking – confusion
confusion – drinking
sounds like a win – win situation to me
confrunked
confrunked