Friday, June 10, 2011

Scattered writings from the coffeehouse


I can't stand the taste of alcohol
but I want to learn to drink
so I can see what life is like
when you don't have to think
'cause thinking always gets me into trouble
thinking's never been a friend to me

* * *

I was the child that no one loved
you won't remember me

* * *
instinct is my companion
thinking always leaves me abandoned



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