radio already stolen, nothing of value in car

Feb 21, 2007 17:16

I thought I'd come and ramble, in a fit. Too much drink and I'm dying. Hungover and lifeless, wondering how so many of the greats managed to manage this shit. Chandler had his runabouts, and we all know how Bukowski swam in it, but I'm wondering how these stalwarts managed to work despite the haze and nausea and all the flooding shit. How can ( Read more... )

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celebrian_3 February 22 2007, 00:54:48 UTC
i never cease to be amazed at some of your turns of phrase. despite the implication that this was composed in a less than sober state, i'm left with the realization that you have in this one entry composed a series of elegant phrases that i could not turn in a month of entries.

i'll stop kissing up now. it's just . . . damn. how do you come up with the shit you do?

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justsitting February 22 2007, 01:07:09 UTC
step one: drink until you can't stand the sight of anything.
step two: ???
step three: literary profit.

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celebrian_3 February 22 2007, 03:06:14 UTC
unfortunately, you have yet to see the profit. or certain problems would be solved already.

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darkmatterhari February 22 2007, 22:08:26 UTC
Step 2 should involve underpants.

Please tell me you aren't actually drinking? At least not that much all of a sudden - I thought you quit?

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thermopylae February 23 2007, 01:08:02 UTC
a tongue that launched one thousand ships..

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