"Eat honey, my son, for it is good; honey
from the comb is sweet to your taste." 
                         -Proverbs 24: 13

sick head, sad heart
RAH, RAH

MOTHER FUCKER!

she turned my stomach. my nerves aren’t the same. i threw away the salsa and chips. i think i had eaten three. i can’t lie, i had a bite of cheese dip too. i gave up. i’d go puke but i was drinking white wine and i don’t want to sober up.

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sums it up completely.

How do I feel about my bike accident? Nothings gonna touch you in these golden years.

apparently i look tough with my new bruises.

well?

going to drink whiskey alone, i guess.

i jumped into unknown water- terrible idea,

COME BACK UNICORN

oh to love the h-bomb.