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wild things

wild things.
wild me.
i just nailed another whiskey bottle,
against the wall.
or maybe it was a tree.
at least this time,
i didn't throw it!
FUCK!!!
maybe i did.
i just don't recall...
was it a wall?
ha! ha!
laughing at me.
only it ain't funny.
thank God it finally stopped raining.
thank God,
it's finally al little bit sunny.
running around inside my minds.
chasing only myself.
i guess you can put that one,
up there, 
on that fucking shelf.
WHAT A TRIP MAN!!!
i'm talking about myself.
not only life.
think i need to sharpen my knife.
i love my fucking life.
wild things.

wild me...

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  • raw love
    March 17

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    hhhhhhmmmmm....
    I'm not completely sure what to tell you my love.
    Other than I love you, and I'm here for you.