in a graceless drunken stupor you cant hardly form a sentence. "work on your drinking so you can take care of me." these words shatter. and i hear them for what seems like perpetuity... the fuse is close. the explosive ignites with haste
and it repeats tonight except we're not there anymore. it wont ever stop i fear you deny it
i dont usually say i was born in las vegas because it sounds kinda trashy because lets be real...it smells like cigs. i lived there until i was 5 but we visited las vegas and stayed for the better part of 3 weeks and heres what i did because it was great.
got a silverchair tattoo (and its real too.)
went to this sandwich shop on decatur and alta called pops (pride of philly steaks) and its great. best sandwich ever.
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