Barry knows Jeff Buckley's tracklisting by heart.
"What's your favourite?"
"Number 7"
"Lover you should have come over?"
"Yeah that one... and number 4"
"Lilac Wine?"
"How the fuck did you know?"
Been drunk almost every night this week. Not because I'm depressed or angry, but because all my friends want to commiserate with me. You poor bastard. You poor bastard.
Hey I'm a lucky bastard! Just look at all the great friends I have. Drink after drink. Mates before dates. Plenty of fish in the sea.
Falling into bed, naked and drunk... the bed is sinking as Jeff Buckley croons... maybe it's me sinking... I wonder if he felt surprised, drowning so quietly in the night currents of the Mississippi...
Sometimes a man gets carried away
When he feels like he should be having his fun
Much too blind to see the damage he's done
Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one
Tomorrow I will wear white.
An intimate scrapbook documenting the trials and tribulations of nereis, our intrepid nematode at large (and a somewhat inconsistent blogger)
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