Monday 3/26/2007 11:17:00 PM

They talk of dark matter. Like there are invisible demons devouring the universe. They hypothesize about the smaller pieces of the smallest things. There's always something smaller the bigger that your microscope is.

There's only so much I can remember. And then I start to imagine my past was different. Just for the sake of having something to think about when the thinking about is all that's left.

He had more ego than charisma. But who doesn't? I'd be satirizing my love for him as we fucked. Everything he did made me hate myself. And that is the best kind of lover.

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