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By Kase! Date: 2004 Mar 12 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.12.11.34.772]] |
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Chain smoking Marlboro reds on a cracked vinyl barstool, my smoky breath mingling into a communial cloud exhaled by other lips as lonely as mine tonight. Tonight, Lord, why tonight? words thrown around as carelessly as theese shots of liquid fire thrown down my throat. Refill, bartender, repeat. Numb me, mister, with a shot of something warm chased by cold beer and cold thoughts. Another lil glass slammed down, down, down. Rinse, refill, repeat. Six empty glasses coupled side by side and two brown bottles paired together with backwash and my bitterness. Gimme another round--- even the damn bottles have mates! |