Whiskey Love

inside a whiskey bottle
i wallow.
waking up in cold sweats
feeling hollow.
another drink until
tomorrow.
sometimes this truth is
hard to swallow,
unlike the whiskey
that drowns my sorrow.
in the future-there lies
a past.
things i've done come
to haunt me, Alas.
seeing horrible visions.
my life
aghast.
from this bottle.
i'll drink my last.
--michael l. lewis

Strangely Fine

Ahem. I've returned.

Seeing as how I've been rather M.I.A. throughout the entire summer of '11. Allow me to explain my absence;

A mixture of the computers I use being douches, me being a lazy asshole and filling my time with nothing but smoking & sitting around. Which technically goes hand in hand with me being a lazy asshole. But whatever-the-case, in the words of Eminem, yes I'm quoting Eminem, "I'm back and I am razor sharp Baby! With a capital "B" and an exclamation mark maybe."

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My summer has been interesting to say the least. Definitely a coming of age, foreal. When I have more liberty to discuss exactly what I mean, I shall. But until then, know this--I'm feeling strangely fine.