SEND OUT FOR WHISKEY, BABY

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Where ignorant armies clash by night.

I think too much; don't misinterpret me as interesting by any means. I like to consider this a bona fide virtual journal of my collected favorite things, open for your viewing pleasure, y'all.

I appreciate:

writing - film - music - art - travel - post secret - pessimism - instant gratification - etc.

I despise children and I despise the elderly and I despise most everything in between. I like poets and dogs and poetic dogs and that’s about it

Sweetheart, if we had the time,
A week in bed would be no crime.
I’d light your Camels, pour your Jack;
You’d do shiatsu on my back.
When you got up to scramble eggs,
I’d write a sonnet to your legs,
And you could watch my stubble grow.
Yes, gorgeous, we’d take it slow.
I’d hear the whole sad tale again:
A roadhouse band; you can’t trust men;
He set you up; you had to eat,
And bitter with the bittersweet
Was what they dished you; Ginger lied;
You weren’t there when Sanchez died;
You didn’t know the pearls were fake …
Aw, can it, sport! Make no mistake,
You’re in it, doll, up to your eyeballs!
Tears? Please! You’ll dilute our highballs,
And make that angel face a mess
For the nice Lieutenant. I confess
I’m nuts for you—but take the rap?
You must think I’m some other sap!
And, precious, I kind of wish I was.
Well, when they spring you, give a buzz;
Guess I’ll get back to Archie’s wife,
And you’ll get twenty-five to life.
You’ll have time then, more than enough,
To reminisce about the stuff
That dreams are made of and the men
You suckered. Sadly, in the pen
Your kind of talent goes to waste.
But Irish bars are more my taste
Than iron ones: stripes ain’t my style.
You’re going down; I promise I’ll
Come visit every other year.
Now kiss me, sweet—the squad car’s here.


-“Marvell Noir”, Ann Lauinger

virused:

list of people i like:

  1. dogs

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