09-04-2006, 08:06 PM | #1 (permalink) |
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Location: San Antonio, TX
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Drunk....
Muscle memory.
That is what it took, to bounce up the stairs... pretending to myself that I still have control... over my body. UP. to the bathtroom, so I didn't piss on myself. Bladder full. And to come back down...and write this peom. It is sad that my fingers on the keyboard are more agile that my feet up the stairs. The end. Yes, I am drunk as I write this. :-) This was a poem, btw. ;-) Last edited by robot_parade; 09-04-2006 at 08:07 PM.. Reason: Automerged Doublepost |
09-17-2006, 08:28 AM | #3 (permalink) |
Drifting
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Location: Windy City
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Better than I could have done
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