i owe the world, every single inch of it. any ant,
any human, anything. everything i build is bigger,
better. the sky is only the beginning.
mister, you should hear me sing when i’m drunk.
and i’m a full-time. so is every belgian.
how much beer can you handle, mister?
do you get romantic?
you know: candle light dinner, a ring, a finger.
tonight is a good night to hold hands, mister,
to dance, to love any ant on the planet.
i can’t stop drinking. everyday i want to owe
the world. i smile when i fall asleep. when i wake
up my head is one hell of a hell hole. how’s yours?
david troch 