There will always be silk and always be hammers; and when both collide its rather like a moon~shaded scalpel being drawn across a peach. Rough and smooth seldom mix well, and just as on a beach where one sees the sand away from the rock pools, this is true of groups in society. Im stating the bloody obvious of course.
My vices, drinking, whatever....they always say its going to kill me. And it is said particularly by the newly sober where indulgance almost killed them and they envy me, but it wont kill me. Im just too f**king stubborn. Im not the type to just lay around dying. Even when I actually was dying in a hospital bed, I was trying to rip IVs out and punch people out.
I say this with talon firmly stapled on heart ~ poison has no effect on neither my body or soul.
Way back when I was in school I used to carry a notebook everywhere I went to record daily thoughts and observations. So you see, ive been blogging since before it was popular and where better to carry it onward than to give it a digital page of its own? Welcome to the pages of bar fly Hollywood Francis...
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