Memories are not
Made by what
But by whom
Thanks for the
Christmas tree Muenster
Category: Affection
LordyLordLord
Oh how I do
I really really do
Hate opening up my
Phone after what we
Shall call an evening
Of debauchery and revelry
What did I write
And about what and
To whom so if
I did and to
Whom I might have
Last night wasn’t me
It wasn’t me really
And no I won’t
Marry you and yes
I do respect you
DrunkenVibes
Hello kind sir
I’m losing my
Shit might you
Help oh no
You don’t know
How then am
I supposed to
Put myself together
Do you see
The existential problem
How are you 
A station attendant
Supposed to put
The world together
Well shit and
God damn that
Looked better after
Three shots and
A puckering lime
ReadingThis
I write this
As I’m drunk
To tell you
That the thing
That you miss
Right now as
You read this
Right now means
More to you
Than anything and
Why are you
Even reading this
He/she’s right there
Go on go
Ahead and kiss
Him or her
For who cares
MeaningWhat
There is nothing
In this world
That is meaningless
We assign meaning
Or less meaning
Or no meaning
To things that
We do and
Say for the
Sole purpose of
Denying our responsibility
Everything that we
Do or say
Is our responsibility
And to take
A cavalier approach
By assigning anything
As meaningless points
The spotlight on
You and your
Pervasive abject selfishness
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 