Drunk.
Reading poetry.
Pondering love interests.
And wondering if after I die;
Will I be as gracious a winner
As D.H. Lawrence.
I seem to know a lot
About inexperience
And my own ineptitude
These days.
And
My resolve is a distant glimmer
In the shit I spew to you
For free.
~Frozen Eyes, Sweaty Back; Henry Rollins Won't Take That Flak.
Love,
Johanssen.
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