From Last Night
I drink. I feel it. The endless abandon.
Day to day, the worries, plans, thoughts and cares.
Drifting away.In their place, a calm. The myriad voices internal muted. Left over is the stage on which usually play the facets of Me. There now prance others. The unknown. The yet to see. Another sip. The poison working. Getting high of the neural toxins. Otherwise called booze. Sip by sip. Death. Clarity. Makes me wonder what we see when we forget. I am not endorsing intoxication. No. That is a waste. I am, however, experiencing it.
Day to day, the worries, plans, thoughts and cares.
Drifting away.In their place, a calm. The myriad voices internal muted. Left over is the stage on which usually play the facets of Me. There now prance others. The unknown. The yet to see. Another sip. The poison working. Getting high of the neural toxins. Otherwise called booze. Sip by sip. Death. Clarity. Makes me wonder what we see when we forget. I am not endorsing intoxication. No. That is a waste. I am, however, experiencing it.
posted by Rex Venom at 11:03 PM
4 Comments:
Keep on exploring, keep on experiencing it! ;-)
Keep on Rocking!!! ;-*
Booze, women, new and exciting adventures. For some people the booze just helps the honesty and the feelings of the heart come out to show the true colors. It is all in good fun.
Forgot to add, I love the picture today, she looks like she is up to something Naughty.
Booze is not poison..its love juice!
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