drunk_writing
jane
once
again
my
secrets
are
revealed
my
past
repulses
me
even
though
it
makes
me
who
i
am
.
...
i
forgot
who
i
was
without
a
glass
of
whiskey
...
my
calling
is
to
drown
myself
in
socializing
even
though
the
plastic
words
that
fall
out
of
my
mouth
later
make
me
ill
.
...
(bukowski
would
be
proud)
080716
...
jane
{
note
:
my
apologies
to
stork_daddy
on
blue
for
stealing
the
first
line
from
a
beautiful
poem
of
his
}
080716
...
jane
dear
in
light
of
recent
tragedies
i
feel
as
shallow
as
s
sink
although
the
self
referential
reflection
of
such
deems
it
not
so
.
dear
forgive
me
.
i've
fallen
into
a
bottle
and
can't
get
out
.
dear
if
heads
could
fall
off
-
mine
would
.
dear
in
light
of
recent
tragedies
mine
is
trivial
and
should
be
forgotten
(quickly)
dear
mistakes
we've
made
should
never
define
our
lives
080716
...
unhinged
.
(
that's
why
i
don't
drink
whiskey
anymore
;
i
am
beginning
to
feel
the
same
way
about
tequila
)
080716
...
(not telling never)^2
When
I
wake
up
these
mornings
(afternoons)
I
still
have
all
my
baggage
and
my
luck
and
my
funk
and
my
fuck
, oh_fuck
(
hey
it
rhymed
,
and
I'm
____)
new
stanza
.
I
should
have
been
born
in
(
X
)
I
should
have
been
born
a
(
Y
)
and
I
should
have
been
born
to
(
Z
,and
Q
)
or
maybe
I
just
shouldn't
have
at
all
.
I
was
willed
into
this
world
by
(
R
+
S
)
or
so
I'm
told
,
but
who
really
knows?
See
,
R
+
S
dreamed
I'd
Z
+
Q
in
Timbuktu
tho
truly
I'd
rather
?
out
of
the
blue
.
?
options
I
pretend
to
be
real
I
pretend
I
could
pursue
each
with
zeal
but
the
truth
of
the
matter
is
I
ignore
the
pitter_patter
and
listen
to
R
,S,
and
do
Z
,Q
been
told
that's
the
deal
.
080717
...
unhinged
affect
081002
...
unhinged
drunk_blather
081107
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from
