$10 for a 2 Liter

Every since I was a child
I wanted to believe that I was descended from a god
Animals raised me and there was an uncanny ability in my soul
I'm special, like Peter Parker after the incident
Handcrafted trinkets
Supernovas
I'd like to think my blood can cure any disease
That there's more out there for me

But I know I'm just a guy who never knew his father
And I have trouble learning things I should've already been taught
Humbling myself constantly, yet
Not really understanding what I'm trying to not brag about

Maybe Im fucked up
Or maybe I lucked out

I'd love to believe I've let them go
All of those old flames

Sadly, I can't say I really have
I even asked

People in my heart,
yet not in my life have weighed me down for so long
So long that the one who cares the most feels worthless while
I tend to my own self-inflicted wounds

I want to do better without even trying
That didn't work, so now Im really trying because
Nobody is gonna do like I for you 
 
That world is real
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I've been drinking syrup for two days straight

It feels like purple slime oozing down my chest
In my chair, making me feel heavy and making me think odd thoughts
I read once that there is only 4 people in the world

Those who like you for the right reason
and
Those who like you for the wrong reason

Then

There's those who don't like you for the wrong reason
and
Those who don't like you for the right reason

I only care about the last

Later Days

Barlights

Enter.
A Saturday night.

Everybody's lips are moving
and I haven't even started.

She's learning to walk in heels,
she's looking for someone to validate her beauty,
and him?
Well, he's just loose.

There's two bars in this double-decker building,
fleshed out with low, festive lights illuminating the
wooden floors, wooden walls, paper hearts...

I order 2 Irish trash cans
They come out blue

It's my favorite color, but c'mon...blue?

And tonight I'm trying to not try
All the gin in the world can't make me dry
And I think about all the wrongs I've caused people
Then I'm thinking,
I didn't care before,
And I dont really now

We're downing filled plastic cups
Like frat pledges going to binge
Me? I want more class
But regretfully, I can't even fake being in that tax bracket

Her? I know her
But only speak to her when I'm not sober

The barlights are blinking in tune

And tonight I'm all involved
All the gin in the world won't let me answer her call
Kinda wish I knew who I was
But then again,
That's only some nights

Head up, looking around with empty eyes
Around a room full of kids, growing up too soon
We can't take everyone with us
But still try to

I'm alive

My cheeks are hotter than the Everclear going down
She touches my shoulder like we're alone
But I can't take her with me either
It's all a lie milked by the moon in the sky

So we dance

Them damn barlights are shutting me down

And tonight, for a second, I thought about my family
My ex and her child
Justin, Julius... even her
They died.
Fate gave them more and they died,
But not me

I feel alive

I wish I knew who I was,
But then again,
That's not tonight

Later Days

Second Chances

I forgot who I was for the longest time.

Monday, I realized that I actually like being angry
and use that emotion as energy.
It's an odd relationship, but it's been useful in hindsight.

But there's something more
Something bigger

I dont know when it started
I've been pitying myself or something for a very long time
and I have no idea why.

Been tired a lot,
among other not-Dominick stuff.

Ok, I cant front, I dont feel like getting in depth with this thought..
I just used this post to remember when I stopped caring and started REALLY living again.

Glasses off, Cape on

Later Days

I'm going to want this day again in about 3 weeks

So, Im sitting here eating 12 mini tacos from the nearby Norfolk 7-11,
and its not coming to me.
I cant dig into the blank hole of my head to discuss any current drama that I'm going through.

It has already either been discussed or has yet to unfold.

So, I guess you didn't find what you were looking for, but fuck you.
I enjoy the peace.

I'm literally sitting here eating M&M cookies, tacos, watching cartoons, and not giving a care to anything.
This is everyone's dream.

I'm even playing some dramatic music to get my ass in the mood to write about sad/annoying/w.e. shit and nothings brewing.

I think you (whoever you are) should just take the L for tonight and be pleased with the fact that Dominick is perfectly fine, for a change.

I am.

Later Days