Drink first and
ask questions later.
For faith has
no value in this
land of broken hearts.

Stars burn and liquor
becomes stale like
the bitter wind
that blows against
our skins.

Pretty faces
wrinkle with time,
and we all know
that in the end
we are the sum
of nothing
and everything.

Love the pretty
faces because the dream
is more beautiful.
Kiss and the
awkwardness comes
to an end.

10/01/2008

Posted on 10/01/2008
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