eliza, i thought of your name. eliza, i am still not sober. i've been drinking vodka, watching my face in the bottom of a shot glass. my hand screams towards my face, eliza, and he curses my music - my only saftey net. you understand, eliza, that i can't take it. another shot, dear - i think of you too often. too often my eyes shut. i wonder about you & eye, because i have nothing to offer to the world - but that's not what i'm told by everyone else. spoons are thrown on the table while a dirty beat is laid down. i cuss because of the music. eliza, i almost forgot - i have envisioned your name, but i have not attached a face to the image. please just become. i will drink again. remeber when we used to be young, and you & eye eliza were so full of fullness. that was what eye closed my i's too.
Reason for writing:
i heard the name eliza and liked it so much.
i was drunk when i was writing. a useful tool is the bottle.
but only in moderation.
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