This bottle of Gin

Half empty again

Fuck man
This bottle of Gin
is half empty
Again
What to do
What would you
Say
Were I you
Fuck man
This bottle of
Gin
is more than
Half empty
again
Hands shaking
Stupid half vacant
grin
         Again

Again


Wander  3/25/13    10:00pm

Thank you Ben, Brian, Anne, KJ, Amber, Christopher, and everyone else who tried to check in...Amy hope you are well

Wander

Hi all...I have been on a personal adventure and will talk more about it later...just wanted to say hi! I will be back in a week, and I will be pumping the words out again...I have missed all of you, ben or Amy have my cell number if you want to say hi...


Wander

Phone and Computer are Down

Hello, readers of Chris. This is Ben from niceoldspice.  Chris wanted me to tell you all that his internet and phone have been acting up. It's no biggie. I'm sure he'll be back soon.

Jimmy's faces come out in the rain

Face in the rain

When your strange

No one remembers your name

So you say
But it seems to me many remember your name

 Jimmy

And you were fucking strange  

Went to your grave one day

Stood for a while wondering

what you would say

So many came to see your name

They had to take it away  

When your strange

You die in France

Then one day you are an urban legend

And people will fuck On your grave

Fuck on the grave With no name

And cry because they weren't there

To see To hear To catch some sweat as you gyrated... As you expired  

When you're strange

No one remembers your name

So you say

Oh, wait so you said You are not able to say

That's right You're fucking dead

Chris McQueeney 3/11/13

Contrast

Our subject flows

Striding from behind the door

Our subject flows

Progress marked steadily

Across the floor

While lofting through the sky

The sun decides our subject’s fate

From bright to dark the sky goes

Upon the setting of the sun

What's happened to our subject

Only one man knows...why it is at night

He never shows

Christopher McQueeney    2/4/13    10:20 A.M.

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