Tag: Drunk

Is It A Drunk Text If I Still Love You?

I don’t know how to talk to you, and although I’d like to. texting at this hour might not help that effort, but, I’ve got midnight in my blood and its the only time I feel like being honest. The moon must hold some…

The Ildiot (aka Homer’s Beer Run)

Heaven is hell-bent, misshapen sanctuary of senile. Men make sinners out of love, sibyls from devils and saints out of air. The clever pray for deliverance in a cup, Gods nectar and wheat’s bounty; bitter-sweet ambrosia by the barrel; His holy bottled excellence. A…