At The House Warming

I think I’m taking up Henry Miller’s method of writing heavily in the day, then socializing at night. If only I could safely remove that thing, the job.

back all fucked up
danced insane drunken monkey style
at the house warming
my zest for life
started shining through
and that
my friends is
what makes
a party a true party
until
you feel
the
need
to
start
throwing up in the grass
then
you
know
the party is starting
to reach its end

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