Friday, July 27, 2012

(Your) High(ness)


Tired.
So very tired.

Time for sleep.
I remember a girl in a gas mask.
I remember a girl with huge boobs stumbling into me.

I remember wishing I wasn't drunk.
I remember wishing I was somewhere very far away.
But I'm not.
I'm home.
So, I guess I'll get high.

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