Scatterbrain , draft 1 by YellowYurtle, literature
Literature
Scatterbrain , draft 1
I wreaked something awful. My stench was the result of a stretch of methamphetamine, cocaine, cigarettes, booze, filthy unprotected sex, and any other sinful pleasure that you can possibly imagine. Attempts at missed veins with a needle were obvious on my forearms; I also had track marks on my body that most would not consider as a receptor point for substance abuse.
Live hard, fast, and recklessly, with no regard to consequence whatsoever.
Thats because I was rich, a trust fund baby of a corporate empire, and my family has left me with enough wealth to thoroughly destroy myself. So far I have succeeded that endeavor eight times. They
Scatterbrain , draft 1 by YellowYurtle, literature
Literature
Scatterbrain , draft 1
I wreaked something awful. My stench was the result of a stretch of methamphetamine, cocaine, cigarettes, booze, filthy unprotected sex, and any other sinful pleasure that you can possibly imagine. Attempts at missed veins with a needle were obvious on my forearms; I also had track marks on my body that most would not consider as a receptor point for substance abuse.
Live hard, fast, and recklessly, with no regard to consequence whatsoever.
Thats because I was rich, a trust fund baby of a corporate empire, and my family has left me with enough wealth to thoroughly destroy myself. So far I have succeeded that endeavor eight times. They
Within sight of 16. . .
having a car
graduating
at the ends of here beyond the shadow of doubt
But above all else I am feasting my eyes on my very own Lomography Diana F+ Chromatic Camera
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://tinypic.com/r/73ld3d/3
...your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
...(I do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands
-E. E. Cummings