I have a cellphone now. Cool
Nocturnal Boy
2:23AM We sit in my room curtains drawn over curtains. Clothes belonging to either one of us lay on the floor amongst a great amount of discarded matrerial from previous nights. I am pretty sure that most of the articles don't belong to either one of us.
So, I begin to wonder if I am even in the right room. And to my dismay I am. I see the familiar bottles and bottles containging different substances laying around my bed in attempts to hold my insomnia at bay. That army of plasitc, glass, and aluminum lay defeated as I lay in my bed, partially nude, shaking to my very bones.
I looked at you and decide that skin is so much less than anything artificial that I could take in at that moment. I turned and looked again, and now realize how badly I needed you. But, for a brief moment I realize who you are and I take grasp of you. Just a few more hits, pills, drink, bottles, or whatever it takes just so I can get some god damn rest. And when I hit that final moment of clarity its over at exactly 9:27AM.
For some reason right before my head hit the pillow from my right angle created by a wall and mattress I catch a glimpse of what may be a stationary object that reads 4:938BN. I decide, after a half an hour of grabbing what may either be my intestines or some beast created by yeast, hops, or whatever those other forms of liquid and solids I consumed the night before may have been born out of, that I have had a good nights rest and am ready to take on this monster called the day after. And then you walked in.
-Eric Aventi from some coverless book I found in good will this morning
Well, I thought it was pretty funny. And I'm kind of upset cause I can't find a damn thing about him.
Nocturnal Boy
2:23AM We sit in my room curtains drawn over curtains. Clothes belonging to either one of us lay on the floor amongst a great amount of discarded matrerial from previous nights. I am pretty sure that most of the articles don't belong to either one of us.
So, I begin to wonder if I am even in the right room. And to my dismay I am. I see the familiar bottles and bottles containging different substances laying around my bed in attempts to hold my insomnia at bay. That army of plasitc, glass, and aluminum lay defeated as I lay in my bed, partially nude, shaking to my very bones.
I looked at you and decide that skin is so much less than anything artificial that I could take in at that moment. I turned and looked again, and now realize how badly I needed you. But, for a brief moment I realize who you are and I take grasp of you. Just a few more hits, pills, drink, bottles, or whatever it takes just so I can get some god damn rest. And when I hit that final moment of clarity its over at exactly 9:27AM.
For some reason right before my head hit the pillow from my right angle created by a wall and mattress I catch a glimpse of what may be a stationary object that reads 4:938BN. I decide, after a half an hour of grabbing what may either be my intestines or some beast created by yeast, hops, or whatever those other forms of liquid and solids I consumed the night before may have been born out of, that I have had a good nights rest and am ready to take on this monster called the day after. And then you walked in.
-Eric Aventi from some coverless book I found in good will this morning
Well, I thought it was pretty funny. And I'm kind of upset cause I can't find a damn thing about him.