Implied Mortality

Stop. Inebriating, listen, coming back with a brand new description. Something. Grabs a hold of me tightly, makes me want write crap daily and nightly. Will it ever stop? Yes, probably. It’s beer.

This entry was posted on October 3, 2010 at 2:10 am and is filed under Misc. with tags goodnight, iceland, it puts the lotion on its skin, miller light, random ham, vanilla ice. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.