Well prefixing that I
ayn't Joyce tough I'm feeling so Irish,
I wanna scream n'shout n' let it all out all of the
stuff that lies in my mind within this moment till I drop dead it's
4:56am here in Italy just returned from a party and I'm tryn' to
write on one hand coz the other one is meant to support my head in
order to not let it fall onto the pilow so as a matter of fact I
guess I'm doin' this coz I feell a great pulse 4 writing right now
and as I”m gonna sleep all sunday anyway why should'nt I wait
till' dawn?
Anyway I want to say
tha I didn' mean all of this as an insult to the great art of
writing, I just wanted to do this 50% 4 fun and 50% 4 the sake of
truth and the truth is... well I don't
know you may fund it yourselves I know just that while I'm here litsening to irish punk songs
loads of wordz that I wanted to write are fly'n away to oblivion it isn't so easy to catch them while drunk ya know I
don't know why but I ayn't the kinda guy who enjoys a party without
first drinking enough alchohol I guess that stroboscopic colorful
lights commercial remixed music and girls dressed up and acting like
whores ayn't my style as sober so I usually fuck the hell about
everythin' and I swallow gallons of vodkaa... huh I don't think I'll made it till dawn so I'll just note
down some observations I made, like... am I minded like this coz I
don't litsen to enough commercial music and it's insight
messages party sex success n' complicated stories and I prefer to
download or buy niche music or it's rather the countrary how much is
my thought fruit of conditionaments from this ill society? how much
can I consider myself sane?
I'll leave the answer
to you and to my sober self and well that's all 4 tonight.
see ya after the next
party!
--drunkn' Hawke
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