A poem.
dark and gritty just like I like 'em
"I can't even pronounce the
pill they drilled into my head
last night. Last. Night. It's the last night
we'll feel this way."
Yeah, right.
https://open.substack.com/pub/cynishere/p/addicted?r=3vddjw&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=false
Thank you!
This is an old one, but still quite relevant.
Yes. Very relevant 💪🏻
The bitter notes are sharp and true here. Strong lines abound: "cross my ass and dot my teeth," and the children with electric dispensers, had real weight.
Thank you. I had a much different style as an eighteen-year-old. Glad it still rings true.
That line stood out to me too 👍
Many thanks, Sean.
This is really good. Loved the phrase “conforming like blue hair
dye.”
Thank you, Luis.
It seems to have aged well. Seems remarkably apt.
Perhaps!
dark and gritty just like I like 'em
"I can't even pronounce the
pill they drilled into my head
last night. Last. Night. It's the last night
we'll feel this way."
Yeah, right.
https://open.substack.com/pub/cynishere/p/addicted?r=3vddjw&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=false
Thank you!
This is an old one, but still quite relevant.
Yes. Very relevant 💪🏻
The bitter notes are sharp and true here. Strong lines abound: "cross my ass and dot my teeth," and the children with electric dispensers, had real weight.
Thank you. I had a much different style as an eighteen-year-old. Glad it still rings true.
That line stood out to me too 👍
Many thanks, Sean.
This is really good. Loved the phrase “conforming like blue hair
dye.”
Thank you, Luis.
It seems to have aged well. Seems remarkably apt.
Perhaps!