The Complete Opposite of Sobriety

November 23, 2020

I find myself drinking, snoring in my mind, my thoughts uncleansed by the impurity of my blood.

I type, I bleed, I feel and hear the cackle of the buttons on the metallic pad of my computer.

Taste my blood on paper.

Bleed.

Bleed.

Bleed.

Sweet whiskey on my lips and throat curling into my body as poison does from the snake’s bite.

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About ambiance… I want a curtain with shapes moving from one corner to the other. The whole room feels alive, the room shakes, vibrates, takes on a new life than the one which I gave it before. I make, I fall, I take and give to create something new. I hate writing. NO. I love it I just hate writing for others and what they expect to read for this is not for you but for me so just shut the fuck up and read if you wish, but listen that your own heart does not grow weary with tremor as the ground shakes beneath your feet.

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Music

Change the music internally, externally, change the tune the melody, and the harmony of the world into something which is not perfect and absolute but incomplete and open.

Take my hand into the darkness and see the lights, the colors, the sound of silence and much more on the note of death, rebirth. Take me only as a guide and not in any complete state, I dance with the words, with my mind, I feel the words coming out before I even have time to think what to fish.

Guitar chords, the solo and a high note taking me into the clouds; not certain of anything anymore.

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Drown with me,

Take a breath and inspire the water into your lungs.

Put your hands behind your back,

Don’t lack.

The shark attacks and packs the same blood as me. Fuck this shit i’m done writing for today

Thank you, my muse.