Carried on drinking from yesterday. Ive had some sleep, not enough but enough to keep me going in the trenches of bile. All day drinking. Keeps me from thinking. But thats bullshit, im constantly thinking of new poetry ideas. Alcohol & poetry are both fine substitutes to life.
Went to the Moon(cess pit)Raker at night. Why and how are the two things i'll never understand. Nobody cool or successful goes there. Its a place for small fish in a smaller pond. A shyte filled pond at that. I see old school runts there sometimes. The pieces of spew I went to school with, and they're full of it. Cretins in school, and even bigger mullet brains now. Not everyone of course. Genuine school friends know who they are. As do the pathetic specimens who annoyed me. I wish cancer on those, and im not kidding. Ive often wondered why I didn't fight in school. I know the answer now. I would have killed them. Easily. So I let the assholes be assholes, knowing I could have swatted them with ease. Still I used their mothers often enough in sordid thoughts so we're straight.
3am walked to Burry Port.
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