...But Then There's Booze (house, quote, hands)

Wifey Boozer · 08-13-2008, 05:36 PM

I love how all my pens
Promote some prescription pill.
I love how I can pick out the smell of Ibuprofen
Like a turtle dove can pick out your pockets.
I love that I was on the floor,
perferated scars pulsating the educated,
bleeding like a coke-fiend,
eyes red like my lighter,
throat stinging like a heartache,
hands shaking like an addict,
shuffling it with my school-ID,
and sucking it up like a whure at 4AM,
stuck inside a Mobil in the pissing rain,
with yer 20 dollar bill.

But then there's booze, and booze again, and booze and men, and booze and a dime, and all that booze and too much time...

Inebriation, justification, fabrication, realization, a hell of a numb sensation...

Touch the beaded ring and you realize you can't sing and you start screaming out loud at no one in particular about Ling Ling the whorse...

****, is that my SKIN?

I love how I can't piss or even walk straight,
I love that I feel compelled to wear heels in the house,
trying not to wake up an infant upstairs,
but your heels drag on the hardwood floor and you feel like
you're a whore,
broken and poor,
still tore up from 5 weeks before.
You wanna mate.
You scream at no one in particular and to yourself,
SOMEDAY NEVER COMES, MOTHER****ER****SUCKERNIGGERLOVER!

You really have to worry though,
when you start drinking alone,
it means you're becoming dangerously prone,
to becoming alone.

Desperation, sexual frustration, exaggeration, medication, temptation, pathological desire, how're you're drawn to
touch
and play
with fire.

They always ask me why I do it, knowing what I do.
Well, I always say,
There was ****in' else ta do.

Thrice · 08-13-2008, 08:09 PM

yyyyyep.

Wifey Boozer · 08-15-2008, 10:23 AM

Ha, what's that mean then?

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 08-16-2008, 04:17 PM

Wonderful. But you misspelled fiend. Other than that, an awesome piece. Ginsberg-esque. Don't capitalize like that, though.

Wifey Boozer · 08-16-2008, 04:22 PM

Hey thanks

. Means quite a lot. How do you spell feind? Is it feign? I thought feign meant fake... and I thought feind meant, well, feind... Haha. But thank you

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 08-16-2008, 04:36 PM

fiend. Feign is to fake something. Fiend is pronounced feend. Feign is pronounced fayn. I'm putting something up if you'd look at it, that'd be nice.

Wifey Boozer · 08-16-2008, 04:38 PM

I think I did spell it right then?

Quote:

bleeding like a coke-feind,

? Right? Ha.

Of course I will, always do others the same courtesy they do me :]

PaperHurricanesAndPlanes · 08-16-2008, 04:40 PM

fIEnd. You switched the i and the e.

Wifey Boozer · 08-16-2008, 04:46 PM

OH! Ok. Thank you. Didn't catch that, my eyes tend to blur after a while ha. I'll sue Empire Vision, then it'll be cool

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08-13-2008, 05:36 PM
Wifey Boozer Prime Minister of Spain Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: Troy side'ah the dirt, NY Posts: 274	...But Then There's Booze I love how all my pens Promote some prescription pill. I love how I can pick out the smell of Ibuprofen Like a turtle dove can pick out your pockets. I love that I was on the floor, perferated scars pulsating the educated, bleeding like a coke-fiend, eyes red like my lighter, throat stinging like a heartache, hands shaking like an addict, shuffling it with my school-ID, and sucking it up like a whure at 4AM, stuck inside a Mobil in the pissing rain, with yer 20 dollar bill. But then there's booze, and booze again, and booze and men, and booze and a dime, and all that booze and too much time... Inebriation, justification, fabrication, realization, a hell of a numb sensation... Touch the beaded ring and you realize you can't sing and you start screaming out loud at no one in particular about Ling Ling the whorse... **, is that my SKIN? I love how I can't piss or even walk straight, I love that I feel compelled to wear heels in the house, trying not to wake up an infant upstairs, but your heels drag on the hardwood floor and you feel like you're a whore, broken and poor, still tore up from 5 weeks before. You wanna mate. You scream at no one in particular and to yourself, SOMEDAY NEVER COMES, MOTHERERSUCKERNIGGERLOVER! You really have to worry though, when you start drinking alone, it means you're becoming dangerously prone, to becoming alone. Desperation, sexual frustration, exaggeration, medication, temptation, pathological desire, how're you're drawn to touch and play with fire. They always ask me why I do it, knowing what I do. Well, I always say, There was *in' else ta do. __________________ Circa Le Vintage: I love you. Circa Le Vintage: You pretentious bastard. Circa Le Vintage: <3 deadreligionggjb: I love you too. You pretentious cunt. deadreligionggjb: <3 Everybody knows I'm not a folk-singer. Last edited by Wifey Boozer : 08-16-2008 at 04:46 PM.*

08-13-2008, 08:09 PM
Thrice Old School? Join Date: Dec 2003 Location: Florida Posts: 1,362	yyyyyep. __________________ Vote for me this election and I will legalize marijuana.

08-15-2008, 10:23 AM
Wifey Boozer Prime Minister of Spain Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: Troy side'ah the dirt, NY Posts: 274	Ha, what's that mean then? __________________ Circa Le Vintage: I love you. Circa Le Vintage: You pretentious bastard. Circa Le Vintage: <3 deadreligionggjb: I love you too. You pretentious cunt. deadreligionggjb: <3 Everybody knows I'm not a folk-singer.

08-16-2008, 04:22 PM
Wifey Boozer Prime Minister of Spain Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: Troy side'ah the dirt, NY Posts: 274	Hey thanks . Means quite a lot. How do you spell feind? Is it feign? I thought feign meant fake... and I thought feind meant, well, feind... Haha. But thank you __________________ Circa Le Vintage: I love you. Circa Le Vintage: You pretentious bastard. Circa Le Vintage: <3 deadreligionggjb: I love you too. You pretentious cunt. deadreligionggjb: <3 Everybody knows I'm not a folk-singer.

08-16-2008, 04:46 PM
Wifey Boozer Prime Minister of Spain Join Date: Aug 2008 Location: Troy side'ah the dirt, NY Posts: 274	OH! Ok. Thank you. Didn't catch that, my eyes tend to blur after a while ha. I'll sue Empire Vision, then it'll be cool . __________________ Circa Le Vintage: I love you. Circa Le Vintage: You pretentious bastard. Circa Le Vintage: <3 deadreligionggjb: I love you too. You pretentious cunt. deadreligionggjb: <3 Everybody knows I'm not a folk-singer.