tunagami

Drinking from a flask he ponders the road. Then he realizes, he doesn't think much anymore. He doesn't dream much. He just is. Some might say jack is eternally drunk.

Entering a storm drain Jack decides to see where it goes. No light. Could be interesting, he thinks. With that, he lights a smoke and treads onward.




William Burroughs said that editing your thoughts is censorship in its worst form. I tend to agree. Hypocrytical or what not, editing thought kills writing. Justification for my poor ill conceived drunken thoughts is what I need about now. Then again, it could just be I suck at writing........

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