June 02, 2006 / 11:19 p.m.

I know, I know, I know, alcohol won't solve my problems. But it's such a nice change of pace. And I know this burning in my stomach is an ulcer induced by stress and the liquids I'm pouring into it. But it's something to pass the days. I've been sleeping under the stars and next to the starlettes, watching them waste away on sex addictions and ciggarettes. I can't remember the last time I wrote a love poem. Something that before you read it, you already know how it goes...just by the rhythm and the rhymes. It's time for a change from all these changes, makes friends out of stangers, and fall in love with them, cause the bottle can do a lot, but it can't cure lonliness.

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