Sex death and whiskey
A blind eye turned to those of us that be on the path of inebriation.We walk the way we do with a swagger of subconscious knowledge.To the untrained eye it appears erratic and confused.As we stumble, stop and fall,a slow and methodical pattern as complex as celtic knot work begins to step out of the shadow.The curves that follow the long straight vertical weaving lines stop and skip only to repeat this foolishness again.Looking for a way to change that seems illogical to all others and sometimes ourselves we tie knots into puzzles and watch the jigsaw take form removing pieces to form something new as we rearrange our energy.Whilst stepping back to take a long look view of great and secret show I spy with my little eye a maze that evolves around me as I go.So another drink and one last kiss sends me off into unknown bliss.