she didn’t carethat he lived in a rat hole basementdidn’t bother herthat the man didn’t even own a broombecause it was temporaryit was…
That glass of Vodka slowly making its wayTo the tip of your lips slowly down to your gutHow I envy alcohol for it only can…
Slaves to labouring under the worst appearance of ourselves, distressed by an outlook, by the discrete…
the struggles of sobriety and an overwhelming impulse to give in
“If we were made in his image, then Call us by our namesMost…