On piggy-back. Until I get my equipment moved by my regular IP, because I still have a year left on the contract. ugh. My spotify won't play though.. "Because your account is being used somewhere else." heh.
yeah. so I am all moved in. At the expensive of my left knee getting all jacked up.
So just in case I can't get in here tomorrow.. (My anniversary ..so to speak .. 2 yrs of sobriety and no sex.) none. nada. Two years. I still have my last pack of cigs. The pack I brought with me on the train. yeah I know it's, road to nowhere, but you can replace road with train.
I tweaked the Scrabble poem from 03.02.13
We , and where is our Scrabble game?
A blank night
another
breath
Are you
say I
ruined with perfectly
you
kitty in the static snow
little bunny ears
connecting fronds
you review my stats
and
all the lonely days & good-byes
your hair drowning your shoulders
as you drift
against this hole in my eyes
you
the weather in
this room
cool yet to come
I am John Keats in a tie-dye t-shirt
in your lap of milky
tying
day to
day
talk about
the knotted and twisted
winter:
on actual paper , the clouds
in
your porcelain
smile
2 comments:
belated congratulation for 2 years - despite what this implies about the universe and its wretched oppressive condition, it is indeed a miracle - as i slipped after 11 months, and had a hell of time accumulating clean time again - and oh joy, a robot test... what the fuck is that word? are they case sensitive? fuck
Thanks, HTC. Sorry to hear about your slip. When did it happen? I don't think I'd come here anymore if 'the boy in the next box' was gone. I'd miss ya .. lots.
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