liquor_bottle_graveyard birdmad it's a regular goddamned charnel house an abbatoir of alcohol there were more bottles, but i ran out of room for them i've slowed down a bit, but at one point i was shooting for the "leaving_las_vegas" method some might see it as a problem but in_the_end what_difference_does_it_make? 020310 ... fairydust every year they dance on raising cane's grave, young flesh pulsating for the first time, broken bottles and men pissing straight bourbon and whiskey. i would love to be celebrated like that when i die. 020311 ... lux dry augusten_burroughs 100913 ... Sapphire it's not the bottles that count it's those who empty them signed, never alone 100915 ... Doar I'm still walking across the sandformed fill that is a horizon to me. A sip from each discarded fragment. They still have a path you have brought before me, but the pain is worth it. . 100915 ... In_Bloom There lies a neglected deceased in the bottom drawer, another in a shallow pile on the console. As I stroll then I come across a few casualties hurriedly interred together in brown paper and stainless steel. Each discovery is a new weeping for me as flashes of what could have been float across my eyes just as they must have floated across your lips on their way down. Swallowed. 101004 ... ░ ░░░░░░ ░ ░░░░░░ 101005 what's it to you? who go blather from