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the last sunset

late night number one
Saturday, June 16, 2007

So, this is what people call drunk. Tilt your head to the right, everything starts swooning to that direction, then tilt to the left, and you leave everything still swooning to the right for a few good seconds, then everything's gonna spill quickly to the left, and this is what probably makes people throw up so much and sway inconsistently as they walk. I don't like it, and I couldn't stop smiling, even at the face of COMMon fear. I feel slightly perturbed.

smiled at the sun again @ 1:25 AM,




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