mad drunk genius

I used to have all sorts of problems. Now there's just the one.

Tag: Mexico

It’s better to be kind than clever

Scribbles on the bedroom wall of a hand-me-friend
apartment, mattress & box spring on the bluey purple
flecked carpet. A duct-taped chair with towel
on the back, a mirror on the floor caked in melted
snow men. A glass table. A pond paining. On
the outside of the door, four Cascadia flag stickers.
——I’m drunk already on swings of Trader Joe’s
——’Blended Scotch Whisky’ but I can tell the light
——switch cover is off-balance.
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Goddamn! I get sicker and sicker each day. Head keeps on rottin out.

So welcome to the edge of fantasy, where the skies are gold and the brains wet. My neck is stitched up with murder but well-weaved. Not a vampire but the wolf, man. Dude, dont wander far from the rotting beach. The servant’s son had already washed away. But he was stillborn, legally anyway.

Susie, I’m sorry. It’s not enough to say, but there’s nothing to do anymore. Certainly no Casanova. We sent them all away to the East.

Burritos make quite the passing fancy. So please, let me pass that way at some soon time. But truly, someone once a charmer was relegated to the rubbish heap, where donkeys shit and dogs vomit but never return.

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