Short of breath: So short of breadth

I have become a sort of windbag as of late, a word waster. So, no more.

1.) The sky was lit as if on quualudes.

2.) There are monsters living in my eardrums and I love them.
They eat the wax and collapse the drum,
But they are okay, I need friends anyway.

3.) Don't give alcoholic beverages heroic qualities, especially not beer.
Beer is slums.

4. I like to type with one finger and pick my nose with the other.

6.) I sifted through piles upon piles of old letters tonight, read some, and cried.
Oops.

Five.) I've drank from the nights where anything is possible,
But they are shortlived...
Only strengthened by the fact that I've also gotten whiskey-sick
On the nights when the sky fights back.

&.) In some sick way, I miss my family.

From Right to left: 14 year old brother, 10 year old brother, Mother.