Alcohol.
I've learned to breathe rum, to breathe. Fell off the planet and killed an old friend. I would feel bad, but I sold my conscience for a bag of sanity.
posted by darl @ 6:15 PM
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Monday, February 12, 2007
I've learned to breathe rum, to breathe. Fell off the planet and killed an old friend. I would feel bad, but I sold my conscience for a bag of sanity.
3 Comments:
I sold my conscience for a bag of sanity.
Again, pure brilliance!! Another T-Shirt in the making!!
How's life, my love?
Yes. Cafe press will eat it up!
Life is good. Exhausting, but good. I'll have to wander over and see what you've been up to.
no good, I assure you. :-)
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