When You Wish Upon A Star
Made a wish on a shooting star tonight. I of course can't tell you what I wished for, dearest of diaries, but I'm certain you can probably place an educated guess as to what came to mind.
And when I say shooting star, I mean a full on, look out the window and watched a piece of space junk blister across the sky and flash out in a brilliant burst of light. Too many Coronas and too many familiar faces sandwiched in between good conversation at the dirty dos brings me to where I am. Which is to say, I should be in bed sleeping, instead of popping in porn and rocking out to some hardcore shit.
Damn my brain and god damn alcohol for killing all the slow brain cells and only leaving the quick and the dead to fight it out.
I don't think, dearest of diaries, I have to tell you which ones win that fight.
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