It's been awhile since I got smashed, since I dove from a skylight into a puddle, since, since...I forgot what I was about to say.
This is pleasant, this softening of colours, the familiar smells, sweet and noxious, the pain that reaches into my marrow and slams me to the floor.
Do I weep?
Do I vomit?
Decisions, decisions...
There's something vaguely cleansing about the whole thing. Like a benediction. I look out of my little corner and smile sweetly at the blurred, indistinct figures all around.
Ah, someone is talking to me, but I can't hear over the noise (music?)and my ears are already blocked from the absinthe. Who is that? Is he looking down my front? What am I wearing again?
I glance down, oh dear, acres of cleavage.
I want to lean back, but that wouldn't be a good idea. I might fall and there would be no one to catch me. Because I'm here alone. As always. Alone. I don't mind. You get used to it after awhile. I just wish that guy would get his face off my chest. It's slightly uncomfortable. I know I'm supposed to be outraged but find it difficult to care.
Yet.
I'll care tomorrow.
And maybe I should take a walk outside because, because, because, I could keep the rats company and wave at strangers and sing to myself....
Wasted again in Margaritaville
Searching for my last shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know, it's my own damn fault.
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Baby, when I think about you, think about l-o-o-o-v-e. If I had those golden dreams of my yesterday, I would wrap you in the heaven feel you dying on the way...feel like making...
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
It's really not confusing, I'm a just young illusion can't you see. I'm not the only one to hold I never ever should have told you you're my only girl, I'm not the only one to hold you, I never ever really should have told you you're my only world...
Georgie Porgie pudding pie
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them cry
kiss the girls and make them high!
When love breaks the promise the heart has to keep
It leaves only truth here to find
When the spirit is crushed and the hurt is too deep
Between you and I...
At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet and a freight train running through the middle of my head and you can cool my desire, oh oh oh, I'm on fire.
Bonedigger, bonedigger, dogs in the moonlight, far away from my well lit room, Mr Beer Belly, Beer Belly, get these mutts away from me, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore.
On and on, she just keeps on trying and she smiles when she feels like crying, on and on, on and on, on and on...
I'm gonna holler and I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna get me some mescaline
She brings me roses and a place to lean
A drunken poets dream
Perfect Nessa, just perfect. Btw, where do I get me some mescaline? After a while alcohol just doesn't cut it.
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