#53

half drunk and half buzzed and half remembering that movie called blow up with that half photographer who saw that half murder of that half a couple with half the motivation and half regret at the fact that i am only half productive and half worthless and writing half assedly another complet thought with a title only half there and half a remnant of a half formed idea tickling the right half of my brain but i dont half care because i dont have half the attitude it takes to write for a genuine half hour of half good words or a half good story with a half interesting hero with half meaningful motivations in a half crazy made up half world of half finished sentences and half formed words falling off my lips like drool into half a grilled cheese sandwich which i cooked at half past three am with half a bottle of olive oil leaving it half greasy sickening and half greasy satisfying though the cholesterol slowed my heart down to half speed throwing me into a half panic mainly because all this half shit is making me more than half mad and i want to have more than half of something because half aint shit to hold onto