Melissa;
Bird enthusiast, nursing student, word collector, self-deprecating joker, world class complainer, book lover, and excellent breakfast maker.
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"This is my condition:
Desperate, alone,
Without an excuse.
I try to explain. Christ, what’s the use?
Read and I felt so small.
Some words keep speaking
When you close the book.
Drank and just about smiled.
Then I remembered us in that bed.
Put my ear to the door.
I just heard hot rods
and gunshots and sirens.
People kill me these days.
There’s keys in their eyes
But they lock from the inside."
Desperate, alone,
Without an excuse.
I try to explain. Christ, what’s the use?
Read and I felt so small.
Some words keep speaking
When you close the book.
Drank and just about smiled.
Then I remembered us in that bed.
Put my ear to the door.
I just heard hot rods
and gunshots and sirens.
People kill me these days.
There’s keys in their eyes
But they lock from the inside."
Blake Shwarzenbach
Man writes like nobody’s business..
