Swill Gotten Gains
Say; the complications meriting sleep wilted as the morning paced still. A sun flooded gait spilling through sill and slumber; neurosis clouding the austere revisions of a maddened proposal fraught with chary revel. The tinny taste of blood bit the swelling buds of my own carcinogen dosed expel. Were in our inaugural phase of disintegration; if you lean through twelve, you may contrive sustenance, but you will abandon shape. Hank Williams was born in 1923, he died around the same time I must have, thirty or seems right. I’ll go on keeping myself ginned and better for it. All I want to do is consume, part with friends and distend in the wallows of cowardice summaries. “Kill him, -amen.”
Sunday was another Birthday thwarted by poor calendar placement and greeting card holidays. Spent it alone, 11:30pm in a dimmed lounge not unlike the one you sat. Degenerate gamblers sneaking darts on the back of the bar keep and legislated obedience that hasn’t quite sunk. A few jugs and five or so whiskey sours and I was off trailing some vehicular kill. It’s 9:30am then it was ten then it was three sheets to the wind, doors forcibly removed from hinges and a whole lot of familiarity letting in.
Sunday was another Birthday thwarted by poor calendar placement and greeting card holidays. Spent it alone, 11:30pm in a dimmed lounge not unlike the one you sat. Degenerate gamblers sneaking darts on the back of the bar keep and legislated obedience that hasn’t quite sunk. A few jugs and five or so whiskey sours and I was off trailing some vehicular kill. It’s 9:30am then it was ten then it was three sheets to the wind, doors forcibly removed from hinges and a whole lot of familiarity letting in.