furry smiley

so much work to do that it's not even funny. i've already heaped three tablespoons of instant
coffee into my 32 oz. cup of water from the icee shop.

you know what's odd-- despite my supposedly frequent substance abuse, i've never endeavoured to write anything while under the influence. perhaps i should try it sometime, although my scribbling is already rather... inane...




this here is the coldness, like that of half-licking your chapped lips while breathing in the restless air of early, young winter... i can feel it on your skin, and i'd ask you where it came from if i wasn't so proud, and so fearful of the reply that has already dared closeness with the space around my ear