Whisky Soda

I cut, I just do it with a pen. I write with no identity. Just one of the many flawed humans. I should have been a bat. At least then I would be labelled out of shape. Unlike the dozens of self-portrayals full of deception. My story is badly structed and full of holes, just like the rocky boat of life. I’m poorly educated. But interested. This book is a love story. A word that is misunderstood. I do think such a thing exists, I’m just not sure it can survive. I’m going to stop selling now. It feels like I’m trying to provoke on the edge. Read my s**t because I’m uncut. Anyway, I can tell you what this book isn’t. So, when you’ve finished pretending to look educated by reading the back cover in a stifling book shop. You know what you’re not checking into. This book will never be made into a major Hollywood movie. This book isn’t written by a depressed teenager who hates the world. This book isn’t a portrayal of self-destruction. This book is not made for financial gain, but here’s hoping I can flex an around the world holiday. This book was written out of rage, but not jealous. I don’t think the world is bad. This book will only cheer you up, If your honest. Its not spiteful. But then I’d never put jellyfish in a trifle. I spit words like Kubrick plays games. Sorry I got bored. I might see you inside. If not bye darling…