I JUST LEFT MY FLAT
TO BUY A BOTTLE OF WINE
I WALKED DOWN THE ROAD
AND THOUGHT 'THIS IS LIKE NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL'
THERE IS A CRACK ON MY BOTTOM LIP
THE COLD AIR MADE IT STING
I GOT TO 'BARGAIN BOOZE'
AND 'BARGAIN BOOZE' WAS CLOSED
I THOUGHT 'THIS HAS JUST TURNED INTO A WALK ROUND THE BLOCK'
AND WALKED HOME AGAIN
THIS IS THE THIRD
NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL
THAT I'VE WRITTEN
I FEEL 'CURSED'
I FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING I WRITE
FROM NOW ON
WILL BE NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL
MY NEXT NOVEL WILL BE A 75,000 WORD VERSION
OF NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL
MY NEXT EMAIL TO MY DAD WILL BE A 200 WORD VERSION
OF NIGHT OWL BY BRANDON SCOTT GORRELL
Friday, February 22, 2008
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Yet another reference to fucking Night Owl. Jesus christ. Thanks for the great poem Chris.... deep stuff.
thanks Justin.
Wasn't a compliment obviously. But I like the way you played it off like one as if you couldn't smell my sarcasm. What a shit poem.
i like this poem
Fuck off, Tao.
I will attempt to destroy all of your words.
ken baumann, please do that. that would be nice.
night owl rules
FUCK YOU, KEN.
I just read this again. I don't know why I was so angry. Sorry everybody.
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