2 oz Scotch Whisky
1/2 oz Drambuie
Serve over ice in a rocks glass.
Yes please, times four.
Why am I still awake? And why am I burping up pepper? It's the worst taste in the stratosphere, ever in all of time and space. I'm tired but cannot sleep. This is my life. I will sleep until almost noon tomorrow, while I get up at seven and shower and go to Kinkos and then school. I will do all of this asleep. It will be dangerous because I am cursed. I can see the Matrix now, and guess what... everything is architectural!
I made this:
Then I turned it into this:
One day I will finish school, and get a job at Tommy Burger.
Goodnight.
6 comments:
I miss your blogs.
That was amazing. I posted this, then refreshed the page, and there you were with a comment, you little speed reader.
I miss you. Ride a Greyhound out here and see us.
i been runnin
i been running from you
and you been chasin
you been chasin me to
the end
the end of all time and space
Speaking of greyhounds, there is an old dog-racing track near our house. It's supposed to be some architectural wonder from the fifties, or some shit like that. Just a little draw to get you out here.
that's beautiful matt, im proud. and impressed.
i miss you
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