chocolate chaser
I'm running out of patience.
I'm running upstairs and grabbing a few, but whose few are they?
It doesn't matter because time is now... right?
Right.
Right... and I'll just take some booze for now. I'll worry about that whole "repercussions" thing tomorrow.
Well you know what? I've got so much on my mind, I've got so many ideas pulling me out of reality we might as well pull harder and get it over with.
So I took a pull.
"God I'm such a pussy now, I need to extinguish that taste, that awful taste." I look around, no beverages.
Water would have been acceptable.
"Nope, no water."
I look and see a wrapped up piece of chocolate. I shouldn't, I couldn't, but I must.
The only way to soften the blow to my tongue is to increase the damage to my pancreas.
So I drank whiskey (to your amazement) and then bit into a chunk of extra-dark salvation.
If this were an analogies question or a "based on what you have seen what comes next" sort of thing, my answer would be coke party with extra dark hookers but no. No just silly circumstance.
This must be the progression of standards when desperation meets suburbia.
It's odd how spoiled you can feel at your junkiest moments.
Odd may be the wrong word... I need a drink.
I'm running upstairs and grabbing a few, but whose few are they?
It doesn't matter because time is now... right?
Right.
Right... and I'll just take some booze for now. I'll worry about that whole "repercussions" thing tomorrow.
Well you know what? I've got so much on my mind, I've got so many ideas pulling me out of reality we might as well pull harder and get it over with.
So I took a pull.
"God I'm such a pussy now, I need to extinguish that taste, that awful taste." I look around, no beverages.
Water would have been acceptable.
"Nope, no water."
I look and see a wrapped up piece of chocolate. I shouldn't, I couldn't, but I must.
The only way to soften the blow to my tongue is to increase the damage to my pancreas.
So I drank whiskey (to your amazement) and then bit into a chunk of extra-dark salvation.
If this were an analogies question or a "based on what you have seen what comes next" sort of thing, my answer would be coke party with extra dark hookers but no. No just silly circumstance.
This must be the progression of standards when desperation meets suburbia.
It's odd how spoiled you can feel at your junkiest moments.
Odd may be the wrong word... I need a drink.