In a few months I think I’ll have a year without drinking, spent a lot on fauxpium, but still,,
(Not dry)
No,,, i wont lie and act like it’s the same thing.
It’s not.
Still,, whiskey is shakeable , all of it is shakeable,,
I am no Jedi, and that’s where my power lies.
(Your power is dishonest?)
No asshole, my power resides in the fact that I’m nobody, because it makes me free to be anything
(Nutjob)
I’m not clean.
Everyone can have their dirt.
Who the fuck am I to judge?
When the concentrate hits my lips.. I’m done.
I’m done for the day.
Feels like nothing useful can happen after that.
Just floaty.
No skill or effort or anything.
Just floating..
Like a turd π
I watch the spider get fatter and fatter,and I notice he hadn’t come out to start his web ..
I was sad about it, felt like googling “how long do spiders live?”
I looked up and there he was.
Little arachnid just felt like sleeping in..
Hard at work, killing all the insects.. getting fat as fuck.
