
i have driven all over hell..
i had no idea oregon is what's known as a 'dry' state'?
i'm used to LA where you can buy hard liquor at any grocery store.. here i went everywhere from 'tobacco market's to corner stores.. all beer & wine for as far as the eye can see.. i had all but given up when i finally discovered an actual state licensed liquor store that is almost like going to the dmv with it's double doors and turnstiles?!
..by that time the migraine that began friday night with our little screaming match had set in for the weekend.. (i can't believe no one called the cops..?) the fighting continued since i can not sleep at night and it came out that he has also been hiding our scary disintegrating financial state from me.. i was so upset while i stood there fighting with him that i had another one of those kind of asthma like attacks where i can't get oxygen (but i don't have asthma..) yeah.. i'm pretty sure i married the devil and it's just too late for me now.
i'm completely blown away.. it's going to be everything we can do now to keep from losing absolutely everything.. i can literally feel/hear the throbbing in my left temple when i try to lay my head down on a pillow..
i brought home smirnoff red and tucked it away into hiding.. still sober so far. what a joke. i can only cringe and hide. it's only a matter of time. i'm so tired. i feel like i already laid down and died a long time ago. oh yeah.. i did.
ghost
latest inrainbows>>faust arp/radiohead
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wakey wakey
rise and shine
it's on again.. off again.. on again.
watch me fall
like dominos
in pretty patterns
fingers in the blackbird pie
i'm tingling.. tingling.. tingling.
it's what you feel now
what you ought to.. what you ought to.
reasonable and sensible
dead from the neck up
because im stuffed.. stuffed.. stuffed.
we thought you had it in you
but no.. no.. no.
for no real reason
squeeze the tubes and empty bottles
take a bow.. take a bow.. take a bow.
it's what you feel now
what you ought to.. what you ought to.
an elephant that's in the room is
tumbling.. tumbling.. tumbling.
in duplicate and triplicate
plastic bags and
duplicate and triplicate
dead from the neck up
guess im stuffed.. stuffed.. stuffed.
we thought you had it in you
but no.. no.. no.
exactly where do you get off?
is enough is enough is enough
i love you but enough is enough.. enough
of that stuff
there's no real reason.
>you'll go to hell for our fathers
>you got melted to butter..
p.s. who is this joker
in the graveyard?