Bled Out Onto a Page

Feel. Release. Heal.

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Kat:
So, we were drinking PBR and...
Me:
Why?
Kat:
I like PBR.
Me:
But why?
Kat:
Because it fucks you up and it's really cheap.
Me:
That's because it tastes like hobo piss. Actually, it probably is hobo piss and that's why it fucks you up so much. You're drinking trace amounts of mescaline and hooker blood.

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I know it cuts you deep
Whenever I disappear
Without so much as a call
And you add it up to
Another in a long list
Of broken promises
But maybe I’m just trying
To spare you the pain
And me the shame
Of seeing how it’s
All come down to this.

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About to perform for the first time in 3 years. Uncontrollable shakes are a good thing, right?