Friday, January 23, 2009


Get her head full of whiskey, then pass judgment on her, like you do. It's the way of the world, the way of our world at least. Lips stained purple with cheap wine- isn't that the blood of Christ? Imbibe away, my friends. Pull your cardigan close, there's a storm moving in. Maybe rain, I can't be sure. Jump on your bike and toss me a beer - life is just as short as you always feared.

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