i promise to not get drunk and waste money,
look at the white wine in the thick glass,
bat the glass with my hand across the room, against the wall.
the glass explodes and rains throughout the room, wine making the shards sweet.
my brain is fucking retarded.
i step onto the shards of glass, i storm out of the house, in my socks.
i walk across the lawn and start kicking my car.
my feet were bleeding and spraying the blood on the car and the pavement.
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Friday, March 7, 2008
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