ENNUI PRAYER
29 April 2008
06 April 2008
Sleep to be Awoken
My father, the man who never had a role in my life, the stranger in the crowd, a phantom of a man, was an alcoholic and, so, by natural psychology, I am at risk of being one. I don’t drink. Never have and I don’t want to. It’s the only goal in my life that I’ve the pleasure to announce I’ve kept. When I was a teen, I never wanted to drink illegally. As an adult, I am the sober man at the party, the loner, the unfunny one, lifeless and devoted to his sobriety. It shocks people to find this out. I’m sure some of you are staring at the screen with uplifted eyebrow questioning my honesty. In fact, the only alcohol I’ve consumed is always a part of a recipe, and never out of a bottle.
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01 April 2008
Bashing my head open, I realize there's nothing left to think...
I didn't write this piece
the words already existed
I simply plucked them out
of the air.
the words already existed
I simply plucked them out
of the air.
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