Whatever you'd like...

When I speak, others hear nonsense.
It all sounds logical to me.


There's something to be said about alcoholic writers that hate the world.

And that something is that they are right about everything.
Every goddamn thing.
Alcohol is not an emotional crutch- it is for survival in this terrible world full of drugged up, selfish, money grubbing zombies.


Sounds like someone is being fucked.
I wish I were drunkenly passed out or just dead asleep. This is terrible.