Ramble Ramble I'm Drunk
10/28/2007 10:39 a.m.
Today class we learn about substance abuse. Well sad to admit I'm a weekend lush. I drink when Saturday comes around with wine and broken thoughts. I stay up late and take day naps to remind me that the weekend is short. My burp is that of grapes in a spanish winery. My soul is a burned up kleenex of your own sadness. My past is the broken record that seems to skip a beat a little after my own thoughts. My friends have grown to be single loners like myself. Pathetic is only defined by those who judge to quickly. My soul is your voodoo doll you seem to like to torment.

My well being is a joke that many people discard after the punch line is spent and gone. My loves are poetry that seem to make you sigh, but in the end you just magnet to your frig like fortune cookies. My taste is a combination of my youth that is almost drained dry. My fuel is the promises that I made to my comrads that seems to strain. Slowly songs of you seem to sound dead, and my family is the silver chain around my ankle. So forget me nots and your heart long gone.
I am currently Brooding
I am listening to Weezer