So it be this livejournal i keep hearing about, "Gurgling"... "Gurgling", huck, patooy, bink. Today I be scrubbing out birdcage, mopping the deck, planning. looking forward to chewing betel nuts and turning my teeth black. Giving the galls a break, Shouting at the moon with that drunken cub voice of a failed romantic. And noth but the snoring crickets outside, as I gather up discordant memories of her and thoughts of the chaos the tide had swept me into. Eyelids grew heavy and wet, sleep Bootleg McCaw, tomorrow ya shall conquer many hearts.  Current Mood:  contemplative
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