Monday, January 31, 2005
I Don't I Do, It's You
I used to be enamoured with Ambrose Bierce. I used to love those who fought for noble causes, lived hard, whatever the fuck that means, and then disappeared whether it be into one oblivion or another.
I know now that I can't hold my liquor, I can barely hold a decent conversation when I'm drunk, file under 'loose lips, sink ships'.
I know now that I can't will my anxiety away, I used to bring my bike to work so that on my lunch break I could bike home as fast as I could to make sure I turned the stove top burner off.
I know now that I am neither rough nor tumble, I punched a fellow in the head three times and he laughed it off.
I used to be enamoured with Ambrose Bierce. I used to love those who fought for noble causes, lived hard, whatever the fuck that means, and then disappeared whether it be into one oblivion or another.
I know now that I can't hold my liquor, I can barely hold a decent conversation when I'm drunk, file under 'loose lips, sink ships'.
I know now that I can't will my anxiety away, I used to bring my bike to work so that on my lunch break I could bike home as fast as I could to make sure I turned the stove top burner off.
I know now that I am neither rough nor tumble, I punched a fellow in the head three times and he laughed it off.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 3:03 AM 
