Soaring through the one dark sky
There I wroteahaiku. Gaaah... when I'm intosicated only my poetry comes out right cuz'aaaaaaaaai then is when I'm so fucused. But right now Iam roking back and forth... jittery, jittery, jittery... Turning around is hard... if I tried to stand up I'd priobly make aan ass out of myslef. But hen again, I'm dalone.