Did some research into some local history after hearing some crazy ass stories from my mom about a place called The Starck Club. (said reasearch will accompany the following posts)
Mostly I’m just (adjective)… Mostly. You can only get by with (noun/adverb) for just so long. Its nice to pretend, but I need (noun).
you missed out.
Crawl into bed and admit defeat,
The day has won again.
And you’re too fucked up to notice or admit
That this is the 100th time this week.
Roll over now, please love don’t cry-
Just close your eyes
The sun is coming, hide,
Before it crawls through the cracks,
Forms prisms in the glass
And shows us who you are:
Just a shell of porcelain and ash,
Smoke forced out of 10000 tiny pores and cracks.
You stand on burning coals near the bathroom door,
Each dying ember stealing it’s share of your soul,
Burning your ghost into the floor.” —Untitled by El P