my ol’ mind was full and frothy all night till now. it took longer to layout this page than it should’ve and i lost it somewhere between the filter and the bitter. you can’t hold on too tight, you know?
what ever happens when you do anyways?
this here notch on your bedpost is just a place to work out longer deeper thoughts now that my thoughts have some time to coelesce again. stewing in solitude as they might. i find the empty walls and smell of urine keeps me honest when otherwise i would be sure to try to talk you out of your pants.
and since i aint got you sprawled there on the old black couch, and since i got the time to dwell some i should be able to find my way to something more than loose women, or looser paragraphs.
for now though, friendo, for now we spent our load stylewise, ain’t no substance found. even the reserves got burnt through with a mouthful of bittersweet and cold water. so set down and set right we’ll find a proper way some other time when that old bitch i keep stitched in my side aint talkin so.
