Tuesday, March 15, 2016

7922. CHEATIN' NO-GOOD DRUNK BASTARDS

CHEATIN' NO-GOOD 
DRUNK BASTARDS
I feel like the world has left the
ground, thrown all things up, into
the air and then flipped over and
turned around. I can't find another
compass, and on the one I have the
needle's broken. It spins wildly :
first it's north, then it's south,
and then it's somewhere else.

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