whilst drunk, i have written a poem

[Black Winter Day]

SADDLE DOLL


transcribed, transformed
heaven is the end
beginning end, all inventions
forced upon us by white-haired
educated formulaic individuals
who don't know molasses from honey-pot.
I rise above the inner sanctums
quoted by the weird outcast shunned
psychological drift
does it end does it end.
They outnumber us. They will not
win, they will not win!
It is over. The metaphysical
drivel that all amounts to,
It is nothing. Nothing at all.
Nothing is everything.
Nothing is
Nothing.
All shall end.
Except for the promontory
where I stand.
The edge
the edge.
madness.
I stand.
Alone.
They will not win.
Drivel
Transcendental
Shunned
Apocalypse.
End.
The end. The fucking end!

 

[neal]

haha wow i never write anything that coherent while im drunk.
-neal

 

[Black Winter Day]

you call that shit coherant!!!!!????!!!

i will wonder tomorrow what the fuck

 

[Chromatose]

DUDE what does that have to do with TESS OF THE D'URBERVILLES

GET BACK TO WORK

hahahhahaha



hey great poem!

 

[Black Winter Day]

damn! i forgot about that SHEEEEIT!

it's ok. i twill do it tomorrow!

 

[Chromatose]

 

[neal]

hah yeh i always say shit like 'ill do it tomorrow'. cuz ya know, i never wanna do anything in the present. tomorrow always sounds like a better time to do things.
-neal

 

[Black Winter Day]

fucken a

procrastinate

it will be good, my paper


or suck like this poem written by ALCOHOL

 

[Lies and Perfidy]

That's a pretty cool poem, honestly. The ending's weak, but it's not something you'll want to wipe from the face of the earth when you're sober. Grammar doesn't matter in poetry, so you're fine.

Procrastination is for losers. That's why I procrastinate...or alternately, that's why I'm a loser. You decide which came first.