Spaced Out
On the keyboard trying to punch these lines...sobriety escapes me
as i line up this punch...
intellectualising...
my needs ...
her wants...
its a BRIEF moment..
like what remains
after you take off your pants.....
shit happens...
suddenly we smoking pot...
oh well..
dont judge...
care to pause for creative thought.
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Written on 2011-11-26 at 18:28
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