Lines on my forehead and around my eyes, eyes roll back into my head, turn myself inside out.
Myoclonic twitches, electrical pulses, misfiring neurons, and amongst other things, new scars.
Shrink an inch, a pound or five over, years ago a pound or five under, gravity has its revenge.
Wake from another fighting dream, leap out of bed, shake it all off!
Time to do something drastic!
Burn the superfluous, the extraneous. Forget the small details, what will it take to move to the next step?
Ah, something positive, soon.
Force a smile, it is suppose to be good for you.
Myoclonic twitches, electrical pulses, misfiring neurons, and amongst other things, new scars.
Shrink an inch, a pound or five over, years ago a pound or five under, gravity has its revenge.
Wake from another fighting dream, leap out of bed, shake it all off!
Time to do something drastic!
Burn the superfluous, the extraneous. Forget the small details, what will it take to move to the next step?
Ah, something positive, soon.
Force a smile, it is suppose to be good for you.
I know I was.
I'd let him poison me anyday.
Gravity always has its revenge. Dirty lil' fucker, he is. He plays to win.
Seriously, I went and saw Batman Begins again just to look at him. My friends and I even got drunk in the back of the theater, not that that has any bearing on my newfound crush on Cillian Murphy. It has more to do with me bragging about something stupid, like drinking gin and juice out of a water bottle in the back row beside the aisle.
Yep.
I figure that you can appreciate this because of your internet name, sir sailordrunk.