02.15.10 / 4:02 by ryan litton
when snow is indistinguishable from coal
I don’t have the energy, friends and foes.
Slipped on the pavement outside of my little home, busted my knee on the ice.
Came in, made a cup of green tea, ate an apple, took a bath — bruised and aching and bloody.
Sitting on the floor of my own bedroom, typing in the dark.
I guess I’m not in the right spirit to type up a another stupid joke that no one but me finds funny (see: previous post).
Not in the mood to entertain myself (read: the purpose of this website)!
I’m ready for yet another night of horrifying fever dreams! Let’s do this!!













