&stop;

she issues ‘ware,
for foul afoot;
centuries of oaths, unheeded.
she staggers, sundered
& on her breath

a stench we know,
but engendered
to forget—
the ripened rot of lech
& searing flesh.

I’ve chosen to discontinue behavioural medication in an abrupt manner and would like to issue a blanket apology for my actions in the coming weeks/months.

In reading this, you do so absolve me from the following:

- emotional wreckage / loss of self-control
- uselessness and reduced productivity
- antisocial behaviour
- poor hygiene
- projectile vomiting on or near your person
- God knows what else

Thanks and sorry in advance.

Listen, they; to us
and this—
Their words are like a cunning nymph
who deftly twists the aethyr ‘twixt
the dull discourse
imparted by our lips.

Though; the meaning still exists…
caught, immobilized, transfixed:
somewhere in the space between
your eyes
your hands
your hips.

Went jet-boating. Almost died, like, 11 times.

Discovered I am at my most witty, hilarious and enterprising in high-intensity situations that would generally make other people shit their pants. (Zombie apocalypse, anyone?)

Had my first-ever random party makeout session, with traumatizing results.

Got wasted alone, and it was totally awesome.

Drunk texted (see above), with traumatizing results.

Picked up two girls at once, exclusively with the power of my pelvic thrust.

—-

In other news, Shotgun Fridays are gaining momentum. 15+ people showed up and I learned that Shaan can wail, Jon has the voice of an angel and I am getting way too good at gunning to be called a lady anymore.