-what can you do?

Some days the poetry

Falls as rain,

Coursing through

Every vein;

Then there are days

Like today,

Where it doesn’t matter

What you say

It all comes out wrong

Anyway.

(day seventy-nine)

Hold the phone. Three days in a row?

Hard to believe, isn’t it?

The word of the day was procrastination.

Do you know what I ate today?

Two pots of coffee.

Four cigarettes.

Five cups of tea.

One package of ramen, dry.

One energy drink.

I’m going to fall over dead one of these days.

And it’s going to be hilarious.

-Viens avec moi?

xx