DRUNK. my head swirls three hundred and sixty degrees with thoughts of human interests. I inhale cubic centimeters of fiction and poetry. I vomit indigestible beings who call themselves members of the society. I dig Van Houten when I can while stuffing myself with Asian Horror. my fingers are unstoppable once they clutch the pen of my imagination.
My fave's not there...
Where's mah foot?
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