Twas Brillig
By XII
I'm tired
But I'm writing you a letter
Something substantial
To dance outright
I'm almost done
The water in my nostrils
Is a very simple stop sign
Backlogged into vodka
Puking onto journals
Mud monsters are on me
Pulling down my overalls
Whispers in my ears
Like the choir is my fear
Drink another beer
Repeating hymns to Dionysus
I hope no one ever finds us
About Me
- XII
- All of this bad thinking gets boys in heaps of trouble. You know, you know?
There is some writing and shit here. I guess you could read it.
Here is the stuff that I write. Because I am a writer: songs, poems, stories. It's all here folks. No one, I think, reads this super intently and it's mostly just a nice record of my writing. I also just like having a blog. But, if you're here feel free to read anything at your leisure. XII
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