The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Turning the air a robin's egg blue.

Not a sober post. Attempting to use alcohol to counter the sleeplessness of the corticosteriods in my hand. After zero sleep last night. Pissed off, full of shit and fucking useless.

Just want a nap, dammit.

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