January 22nd, 2010 / 6:19 pm
Random
Sean Lovelace
Random
It is Friday: Go Right Ahead.
I spent whole summers at Neauphle alone except for drink.
I don’t know the medical term for it.
Alcohol was invented to help us bear the void in the universe–the motion of the planets, the imperturbable wheeling through space, their silent indifference to the place of our pain.
I used to work out systems for doing the same as everyone else.
Alcohol’s job is to replace creation.
But alcohol can’t produce anything that lasts. It’s just wind.
We live in a world paralyzed with principles.
I’d forgotten how to walk.
Nor is there any consolation for stopping drinking.
Tags: alcohol, drunk sonnets, Duras
i only have gin in the house.
i only have gin in the house.
I saw this cartoon years ago with the caption: Just one more and we’ll go.
Now you’ve gone and ruined it.
I saw this cartoon years ago with the caption: Just one more and we’ll go.
Now you’ve gone and ruined it.
well, then. it’d seem to me it’s time to leave your house.
well, then. it’d seem to me it’s time to leave your house.
Friday night, I did. And not having read this post either. Weird. Vodka.
Ref: my comment on the Matthew Simmons Literary Doppelganger post. I am such an idiot.
George: Rubbing alcohol for you, Martha?
Martha: Never mix, never worry.
Friday night, I did. And not having read this post either. Weird. Vodka.
Ref: my comment on the Matthew Simmons Literary Doppelganger post. I am such an idiot.
George: Rubbing alcohol for you, Martha?
Martha: Never mix, never worry.
Jimmy Chen’s MS LD post, that is.
Oh, never mind.
Jimmy Chen’s MS LD post, that is.
Oh, never mind.
alcoholism is a disease
alcoholism is a disease