it's 9:39pm
and i'm wearing the softest shirt ever
that i just got in the mail
today
and eku bootyshorts
even though i'm shaking from the cold. i swear my room is haunted.
i'm burning night queen incense--
(i love the smell, and the name)--
listening to
tibetan chants and sounds of nature
under my om mantra bedspread
and i mixed some vodka
with my diet mountain dew code red
to put me to sleep tonight.
life isn't
good, but it's not bad, either.
and my dreams lately are certainly more interesting
than whatever's on tv
or playing on the screen of my thoughts.
sup
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fucking brilliant. this is so gorgeous!
i love this poem,
this is what it's about man,
shit...
and booty shorts! haha
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I think I love you. Haha!
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haha i just might love you too!
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wow
Rugged, raw, honest... the true definition of poetry in my book. Enjoyable poem...I'm crazy about your style!
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Thanks sweetie, my style changes all the time... I like this, it's comfortable
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