Alcohol poisoning after a night
of drinking one shot after another,
unknown limits inevitably discovered
the next morning.
Each discarded paper taunts
my hazy mind with whispers ofÂ
what could have been,
what should have been.
Nausea overwhelms me
like my unloved drafts overwhelm
overflowing paper bins. They mock
my attempts at keeping down ideas.
I'm so bad at coding for video games I just asked my professor if I can submit a story instead.
Tried doing my makeup today because I just bought an expensive pallet so now I NEED to use it
Convinced my boss to let me wear my costume to work.
Also going back to the gym, but whatever
Red Baron poem I wrote cause why tf not
I've been found out y'all
They're Shaggy, too 
(join the community) It was too long so yall gonna have to read the article. anyway heres a poem about how the writing community is the best community on gamejolt:
Not art, but here's my #BlackCat.
Happy Halloween :)
I'm old now
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