coffeewhiskey

Well I'm in san francisco...
The pressure from the flight fucked up my ear so Its back to pain and drops.
I bought a big bottle of brandy to help me get away mentally seeing as how I got away physically.
But drinking is just no fun when you are enduring the first throes of what could be or become an ear infection.
I think I like brandy more then whiskey.
which is a paradigm shift.
my god i need to get laid.
I'm going to see bright eyes in 5 hours.
Maybe I can find some bird with broken wings there.
tell her i can mend them.
or we can forget about them together.

Something I found I must of wrote, really drunk

weak knees calibrate
the curriculum of sore pleas
like a ship that never saw
the sea
and there's justice in
just beginning
like a lever you just dreamt
of pulling
and when you did
you saw the entire world
ending
and it felt like you were starring
in a scene sorrow seemed
to be casting
before it sang the epilogue
of her solo song,
her ending

so just hold on
to the bottle that started it all
like an anchor to the floor
spell out regret
across her chest
with fingertip paintings
even mistakes are
in the making
and signal like it hurt
like you did something
nobody deserved
but time is a circle
that starts without defending
we can't forget about
this beginning
thats just begging
for an ending

and drunk and destroyed
count the sips it took
to conquer
a civil court for an empty bed
the dreams that leapt
from your head
and why there's consequences
to every que and stint
you ever spent
to make someone smile
to blink twice because
her eyes were too bright
caught in the tinge of a might
but don't forget it never meant
she doesn't sleep alone tonight.

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