I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Shortfilm
June 2, 2011If you were a junkie, and is basking in sobriety now, you’ll sure thank God for having been taken out that rut when you get to see this film. This is truly possible for hallucinating junkies.
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