I am a serial murderer of peanut butter.
Quote of the week...
"Drink a drink to tonight, Whiskey Words tumble down in the street..." - Aztec Camera
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Peanut Butter
@MatthewEBennett: #ThoughtOfTheDay A new jar of peanutbutter is so perfect that I feel bad everytime I open one
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Bible
@MatthewEBennett: "I grew up in that reading the bible kind of thing"-anonymous #whiskeywords #Bible #College
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Thought of the Day: 7/16/13
@MatthewEBennett: I think that you can find out more about a person if you converse with them in a public bathroom #ThoughtOfTheDay #whiskeywords
Friday, February 22, 2013
Break
The lifted breeze and
The pall that casts itself over
the dead leaves.
Smoke emanating from a lit cigarette
How careless it wisps
A shout from inside a building
Somewhere
So full of itself, so sure
As if it was demanding to be heard
Over the fall air, which has a sound all it's own
The concrete columns with gum stuck to their sides beg clouds to wash them clean
To make them new again
Or destroy them
Another shout from inside
This one louder
This one fuller
The cigarette falls in the cracked ashtray
And waxes nostalgic with its peers.
Coming.
The pall that casts itself over
the dead leaves.
Smoke emanating from a lit cigarette
How careless it wisps
A shout from inside a building
Somewhere
So full of itself, so sure
As if it was demanding to be heard
Over the fall air, which has a sound all it's own
The concrete columns with gum stuck to their sides beg clouds to wash them clean
To make them new again
Or destroy them
Another shout from inside
This one louder
This one fuller
The cigarette falls in the cracked ashtray
And waxes nostalgic with its peers.
Coming.
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