HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY POOK
Sunday night (gods night) shenanigans.
Lil water colouring I did.
real photo of me walking into the pub every wednesday
From Q Magazine, January 2001
got fucking geeked in the snow.
oh to live in this place...
Who else getting geeked with their huzz on a sunday night⁉️⁉️
Girl is a poet.
I crawl as far as my limbs will bear,
My throat lodged tight with acidity’s care.
I croak, my eyes open, in a futile attempt of solace,
Blood.
I cough,
It’s dripping from my lips,
Staining the white porcelain.
I cower,
Panicked as choking constricts my breath,
The taste turns sour,
A whisper of death.
-by me
Still grieving the divorce to the mother of my kids👨🏻🍺
Jeff Buzzly!!!!!
do u goon
Yes! Nightly x