last night's slashing turned into lying drunkenly on the deserted road, unable to really think about anything but the moon. two bottles of smirnoff, two cans of amsterdam, three silly people. i'm never going to drink before slashing ever again. i didn't even touch the fucking sword
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We will spar. We will duel. Obviously I need to get my ass in shape too.
Sleep should be abolished. Or at least made a voluntary action.
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