dripdripdrip
tu sais qui c'est
alright so the fuck is up with you people!? did y'all see my last post up here got like eighteen votes?
that's crazy! that's one of the best-received things i've posted on tildes, just, overall lmao.
glad to see my sober stuff can be decent competition to my drunk stuff.
on that, i pretty much don't drink on my own anymore (i mean some wine with dinner blah blah) but like drink ya feel?
if i'm at a kickback i'm always down to get fucked up, but coming out of this sober week i kinda restructured how i'm using stuff now.
like i used to try using kratom to get high p often and discovered that that's a shite idea. i just got all wirey and had stomach aches lol.
however just a little bit (~0.75g) in some tea is small enough to avoid any side effects and big enough to work as a solid mood regulator.
much to my discontent this just isn't the kinda thing you take recreationally (the whole reason i picked it up to begin with), but it does definitely boost your mood up like 30x, boost your self confidence, and even help you get some good sleep (if you're sipping red vein varieties.)
i was feeling like a lazy piece of shit (y'know as usual), sipped my tea, and ended up knee-deep in this udemy course for electron apps (building desktop apps like skype or something), made a solid breakfast, wrote this here ditty, and played like 3 hours of risk of rain. (gotta be lazy somewhere i guess.)
anyway this isn't a blog.
i had a weird concept for this piece and i'm not sure if it came through at all lmao. this was done in maybe 30 minutes.
let me know if you can guess what the piece is describing.
cheers,
bishop.
<poem>
drip
dripthere's water on the
floor, so don'tslip
slipshake your head,
try to catch agrip
gripdrowning in your
dreams, your legskick
kickbags under your
eyes, you're lookingsick
sick.
try to move your
hand but you cantfeel
itshe wants to cuddle
up in your bedbut
it'smade of steel and
you can't seem tobudge
itstaring up in-
to a funnelwhat's
this?
oh the autumn sounds
raining patters on the ground
i wake up with a jolt
on every time you come aroundand you never text to
let me know before the fact
i'm second guessing every minute
tryna find out when you're atnow we're laying back,
looking straight into your eyes
wonder if the next thing you say
will be a goodbyeyour silence is a lie
your crying leaves me mortified
let me go, let me go,
fuck, got water in my eyes.
drip
dripdrip drip
drip
drip
d..
..
drip
dripdrip
dripthere's water on the
floor, so don'tslip
slipshake your head,
try to catch agrip
gripdrowning in your
dreams, your legskick
kickbags under your
eyes, you're lookingsick
sick.
try to move your
hand but you cantfeel
itshe wants to cuddle
up in your bedbut
it'smade of steel and
you can't seem tobudge
itstaring up in-
to a funnelwhat's
this?
</poem>
(p.s. fuck yeah canada.)