I Pour a Drink
What’ll ya have?
I pour a drink for the easily offended, and one for myself, a glutton for the intoxication which comes overwhelmingly from taking life straight, not on the rocks with water added, and certainly no chasers, unless it’s another drink. I hasten to write quickly, before the ink runs dry and I toss my pen aside to look for something with which to prick my finger and draw out one last drop of blood. Drink up! Have another. We cannot talk sober until we’ve both accepted this sober truth – that we lack not love, only imagination, and death visits us all but does not bring the end.
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- Jonah · August 5‹ All They CanWho? ›