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something has got to be wrong when even before you start, you realize it's too late. the never-ever-ending hours of a.m., tic toc tic toc. gulping down my bottle of port with shaking hands, cigarette burns. hiding in his coat, on the staircase. "no, officer, we aren't drunk". slurrrrr slur, blurry motherfuckers. cough yourself to death, in the fucking pouring rain. yeah, until you taste blood gushing through those chattering teeth. puke puke and puke, twirl, fall, close your eyes and remember nothing and regret nothing. dear lord! i think i'll drink to drinking.
cheers.
cheers.