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.
me, too. I like the angle. :)
ReplyDeleteso anyway, another thing we have in common, I haven't eaten sardines for quite a time. lol. but really, I don't eat sardines. that's why.