Sunday, 9 January, 2011

messier / messy eh?

my boss won the wine draw.
22 bottles, none worth less than $20.
that's at least 440 dollars worth of mouth-painting madness.
before the draw, she jokingly offered to split it with meg and i, if she actually won.
then she won.
and i told her that if she didn't fulfill her promise, i would punch her in the face.

so now i have 11 bottles of wine talking to me.
and its sunday, my dirty day.
yet somehow i resist, sort of, not really, nope.

spill, boy.
sometimes i starve myself with thoughts of non-self-improvement, and everything gets all empty.
but i usually manage to climb the cavern walls, and get home in time for dinner.
fill the failure with food, fight the mood, wake up fresh and rude.

my disability is motivation, it soaks.
so i sing to the rainfall with tongue sticking out, way way out.
be more cool, write more down, get more done.
hot-tub instead of hotspital.
re-paint the hall-ways, for way better hall-sleeps.

i godda get not so wet.
even though there's a lack of dancing with no water in the fish tank.
sometimes motionless is best.

"aw heck" -J. Prine

you cant sink me.
with or without a life-jacket.
floating is so easy on this ocean of wine.

posted by Colin  # 6:36 PM

Saturday, 8 January, 2011

floating is easy on an ocean of wine

posted by Colin  # 12:46 AM

Monday, 3 January, 2011

hello 1989

knock-knocky, im closed.
face-down, wasted, basted, and boned.
settled in tight, with a lack of stress, home.

of course, all great benders must end.

this 11 day rant has long lost the english language, and is now more of a stitch-work of slangs and dry phrases. deep meanings, deeper than me, so deep they even baffle me whilst i babble them. long walks covering no territory, spaceship trips that explode long before the launch. nintendo victories, fun-dips, the best seat in the back of the class. small miracles, simple treasures. but like all magnificent ice sculptures, the sun rises red, and burns the best stories into the pavement, and they carry cigarette buts down dirty drains on their last great voyage into the underground.

prior results do not guarantee a similar outcome.

hail santa.

posted by Colin  # 12:04 PM

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