Saturday, April 6, 2013

REM

Dat shit ma shit.
1035am
I'm not hungover, I just crush a lot. What is it with waking up early when I black out cold the night before? It's irritating because my room spins. Or your room spins. Or whose ever room or where ever I am spins. And if I were to kill, fuck, marry: spins, puke, or blacking out...I'd kill spins, marry puke, and fuck blacking out. I fucking hate the spins. But on a high note, I only spun momentarily this morning until I was crushed by a very persistent headache. A very bearable headache but fuck what its mother taught it. I'm simply trying to go back to sleep. Sleep till the bad dies. Sleep till three.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)