Monday, April 23, 2012

When I fall off the bike 
No mater how bloodied and bruised 
I get back on 
I drink harder 
I fuck harder 
I scream the name of the one who pushed me off 
I envision their face in the urinal 
I break beer bottles and down whiskey 
If I get whisky dick I don't cry about it I eat pussy and let my fingers walk 
Fuck that bitch 
Her loss 
My gain in self destruction.

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