Absinthe anyone?

Absinthe anyone?

Coffee, Russian Circles and a cigarette…

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

Thursday. Afternoon. The sun is out. Full force.

I’m not used to seeing this on a regular basis.

Not anymore.

My days consist of sleep. Heavy drapes cover my windows.

I find the light blinding, with an unforgiving, mind piercing sharpness that threatens to tear through my retinas, explode through my brain and leave me withering on the floor, fetal position and all.

A flash.

I hiss.

Fucking hangover…

Absinthe anyone?

Absinthe anyone?

Coffee, Russian Circles and a cigarette…

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

Thursday. Afternoon. The sun is out. Full force.

I’m not used to seeing this on a regular basis.

Not anymore.

My days consist of sleep. Heavy drapes cover my windows.

I find the light blinding, with an unforgiving, mind piercing sharpness that threatens to tear through my retinas, explode through my brain and leave me withering on the floor, fetal position and all.

A flash.

I hiss.

Fucking hangover…

Thursday, October 14th, 2010

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