Wifey Boozer

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****SUCKER******LOVER!



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.

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... Stalin had a FANTASTIC moustache.

Formerly known as the Prime Minister of Spain.

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Thrice

yyyyyep.

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Lew Harrison, who looked like an anarchist with his red eyes and fierce black beard, had been writing furiously in one corner of the room. "That's good—happiness by the kilowatt," he said. "Buy your happiness the way you buy light."

Wifey Boozer

Ha, what's that mean then?

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... Stalin had a FANTASTIC moustache.

Formerly known as the Prime Minister of Spain.

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PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

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

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Wifey Boozer

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

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... Stalin had a FANTASTIC moustache.

Formerly known as the Prime Minister of Spain.

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PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

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.

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Wifey Boozer

I think I did spell it right then?

? Right? Ha.

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

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... Stalin had a FANTASTIC moustache.

Formerly known as the Prime Minister of Spain.

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PaperHurricanesAndPlanes

fIEnd. You switched the i and the e.

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Wifey Boozer

Hey. This is a short story I wrote a few nights (or mornings) ago, and Piss Me Off said it was cool if I posted it here, thanks PMO :]. Though, I have to give you a link, as it's too long to post on here (it's about 3-5 pages and 11,489 words apparently)...

Here's the link: Bums In Love Never Die |.

Thanks :]

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... Stalin had a FANTASTIC moustache.

Formerly known as the Prime Minister of Spain.

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Wifey Boozer

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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... Stalin had a FANTASTIC moustache.

Formerly known as the Prime Minister of Spain.

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