Well, I had no trouble trying something new myself: booze: weed: coke.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
- T.S. Elliot
Last edited by Barkis; 10-27-2009 at 03:01 PM.