Drunk as shit on rotgut whiskey on my rooftop in Taipei. Drunk as shit and heartbroken and unable to cry. Mired in dark things, doing dark things, being a bad person because I could, because it was available to me, hurting people who didn’t deserve it just to see how it felt. Crying would’ve been such a relief. Instead I recorded poems.
handkerchief tied to stick 
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