March 2012
14 posts
Inhale.
shewritespoetry:
I inhale the smoke that curls out of the Pall Mall,
Placed precariously between two of my shaky fingers.
I inhale the acrylic colors as I add another stroke
of sloppy paint to the cheap canvas that stares blankly.
I inhale the bittersweet aroma of the tea newly poured,
watching the steam rise and swirl above the chipped mug.
I take one more breath as I analyze this...
February 2012
74 posts
Sitting here
Watching Adult Swim kind of.
Studying for an anatomy quiz tomorrow.
Its on the skull, spine, and ribs.
I’m bored.
Out of weed.
Banana split blunt wrap.
Peach yada-yada.
I would rather be smoking a fat ass blunt, listening to yummy music, and having hot fucking sex.
