untitled.

feel incapable of making astute assessments about the world

seems like that is an astute assessment about something

i am myself

i am no other people

wondering if intoxication 'adds' to or 'subtracts' from the quality of my poems

haven't really eaten a 'meal' in a week or so

my favorite band played at a venue fifteen minutes from my house last night

it was a sold out show

i got really drunk with my friends and danced

not at the concert

not sure where these friends came from

i enjoy everything

including the severe intestinal dysfunction i am experiencing

'when man discovered fire'

this is too intense for me