I’ll have to have a drink in my bath.
My brain is unalterable as a ball.
And now the children subscribe to judgment.
I am growing meaner by the hour.
Don’t bother with the fixings!
Honey, drink your beer and get me another one.
Like seeing an orange crow.
We did nothing all day long but drink bathtub gin and play solitaire and smile to ourselves and talk to our animals.
..apocryphal glitter, essential doom.
Hey. Don’t take my rum away.
Suddenly life has become quite full of monoethic ninnies and nannies who address life solely as a problem to be solved.
Hangovers have all the charm of a rattlesnake cracking its jaws as it swallows a toad.
I simply loved the flavor and a tear formed when I poured it out in the sink after gazing at it for several hours.
It’s hard to determine pathology in a society where everything is pathological.
Naturally, there are special occasions.
The reason to moderate is to avoid having to quit, thus losing a pleasure that’s been with us forever.
By dawn eager flies had gathered.
January 29th, 2010 / 6:29 pm