michael love amd wine. 000714
Nine Volt Jesus the sting of the liquor and the accusing fingers of the unquiet dead who have stood over my head like a black cloud since i was a boy, chasing me to the edges of madness

and sometimes the face that stares back from my mirror looks nothing at all like me
jane i wish i didn't have to worry about driving
i wish i could dump the spirits into my body and forget that i ever had inhibitions
i wish i could say what i really mean
what's it to you?
who go