Monday, January 18, 2010

A Drunk Winter

Indulgent ones do what they do best
Given the candy and the inconsequence.
Wasting away to the familiar void.

To be carefree is brilliant.
But complete freedom
Is sinfully decadent.

And nobody foresaw
Caring for nothing
Is careless.

You said "don't shoot," I said "I won't I love you you're my friend." I handed him my wig and shot myself in the head. -Kimya Dawson

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