TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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05.25.03, sunday night
oh the world swims. i'm drunk. i told jimmy i wouldn't get drunk anymore because the last time i was drunk, we thought the world would end. but i'm drunk and alone and i think being drunk and alone is ok vs. being drunk and surrounded by the noise of the world. all the demons provoking you to go ahead and destroy, hurt someone, kill. when all you want is to be alone and to hear your thoughts and nurse your wounds (little ones, big ones) and heal.