THROUGH WHISKEY COLORED GLASSES

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She said, Lets go sit on the roof and watch the clouds go by, and I thought... and never come down. Ill continue to search for answers and words, but how do you describe a feeling that hammers you in the chest and splits your atoms into a million unrecognizable bits... when she kisses me. I couldnt find the angel on my other shoulder. I did, however, find my devil. Turns out he is half into a bottle of bourbon, and I dont like the look on his face. If you have ever wondered what goes through the mind of men as they wrestle with their own doubts of self-love, sexuality, and ego, then sit back, relax, grab yourself something drink,