Monday, April 2, 2012


Dry salami, dry air, dry clothes, dry county, dry your eyes, dry the dishes, dry humor, dry mouth, dry personality, dry socket, dry drunk, dry fuck. Now I have said it too much and it has lost it’s meaning.

There are no more tears (for now). There is no more bourbon. There is not a wet soul in this house. You leave me dry. That’s what I wanted to say. Maybe I even said it.

I am trying to find a light—this little light of mine—a light in the middle of this dark, tedious mess that is my life and my love.  More shrinks, less coffee. 

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