Curse of the DrinkThe drink costs exponentially more As more of it I continue to drink. Whiskey by glass by flask and by quart Coupled with beer by pint and by case. Consuming dollars earned in fiery fluid Until no word describe save shit-faced. Lost within the great maze of self Haze of drink like Galway fog. Red blood thins with unnamed percentage. Drink consumed as gluttonous as the god. A soul confused by and lost in booze Shall find someday some great reckoning The damage and great ineptitude fed By the bottles which go straight to my head.Curse of the Drink
The Pond of ArcadiaThe water ripples as a hindered Version of the wind. Deep and clear and dark at once No bottom to be seen, A pit of endless mystery. All becomes one in texture and look Under an expanse of silt and time. The same pit of water At once different come everyThe Pond of Arcadia
New second passing by cold feet. Alive with duck, swan and muskrat; Upon this lack of air they depend As do all within all habitats. Pods of oxygen cling helplessly To fur of stone. The final remnants Of things that no longer breathe. Choke endlessly under the pressure Of things beyond all c
The bay.
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It's a perfect day to draw.
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It's a perfect day to draw.
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It's a perfect day to draw.
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It's a perfect day to draw.
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"Old ladies come up to me all the time telling me to find God. Look, all I want to find is some chai and a good vegan muffin." - Davey Havok
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