A dream within a dream within Charlie Sheen.
A dream within the void that is “gainfully employed”.
A void through the transom that’s been holding us ransom
since the winter of 2003.
An animated bastard once said,
“What doth life?”
For being part snake, part bird and born of a complete idiot’s imagination, he really did have his tongue on the neck of the great, celestial “whore watching a Charger’s game”.
Why did we even come to this bar in the first place? Shit is entry as fuck. I’m a big fish drowning in a small pond. One morning I woke up and I felt washed out, so I moved into the sunshine to dry you haters out and when I stepped into the light all I saw anywhere was exactly what I saw everywhere - motherfuckers droppin’ a grip on some water to sip.
