Things To Do.

Not much to say. My intentions are clear. I'm always in the same place, known where to be found. A flurry of words have already been spilled maybe revealing too much.
Rules.
1) My words are open to interpretation. Take them as you will.
2) I'm no longer falling because iv fallen. Smile about it.
3) Its all good. Smile motherfucker and all that shit.
4) God hates us all. Hate him back. It works for me.
Possibly the most literal thing i've written. Metaphors have flown out the window and fallen.
The wings werent as wide spread as first thought.
So now I write from the mind. I look around, see shit I don't like.
Fuck it though, I keep my head down and get on grinning all the way.
A glass of whiskey on me way there.
A morning of awkwardness is better than a night of loneliness.
A grin is better than a smile is better than a smirk.
Remember that shit.


Fuck.