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I’ve discovered whiskey and writing to be a great escape from home.

I’ve only been taught One chord One task One aspiration. Never two. Fingers sleep upon the strings A constant strum Until I turned on my chord I shifted my fingers Stomped a new formation And Now I am beginning to understand The more the merrier A greatness that was achieved by Turning on my parents.

[Sigh]

I

sigh

I’m always tired

I’m always out of breath

I’m always bored

I always can’t sleep

I always smoke

I am always solemn

I’ll drink tonight

I’ll smoke tonight

and I’ll lose sleep tonight

but

before I lose sleep tonight

I will be merry and forget

that life is grey

(Source: solid-citizen, via honeyforthehomeless)

I assumed that the attractive part was that he didn’t laugh at his own corks—like his jokes weren’t jokes at all, but subtle truths about life he really didn’t understand.

I won’t go forth,

I won’t go back,

I’ll swivle through

And shiver

And retrack

Flipping flopping

Finger popping

North south

The sea, a quest

From Breakfast of Champions,

I am programmed at fifty to perform childishly-to insult “The Star-Spangled Banner,” to scrawl pictures of a Nazi flag and an asshole and a lot of other things with a felt-tipped pen. To give an idea of the maturity of my illustrations for this book, here is my picture of an asshole:

RIP K.V. JR. November 11, 1922 - April 11, 2007