Somber Sobriety

My brain wakes up and cries for the death of its living baby. so used to hurling ourselves [booze] down the hatch, the still afterwake unscathed is surreal; like crying when happy, our system malfunctions.

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Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism

exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] — suddenly there is so much more to do. Not addiction constrained to certain locations everywhere is a place to be; my body, unhooked from IV free to explore.…

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They Say

there’s always an eye opening moment before sobriety. The first time for me was the morning after waking up having dranken from the tank my miramo moss ball was floating in. — i remember drunk as fuck lifting the cold orb into my palms and pouring its contents down my throat until it was nearly…

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science

I am my own chemistry set. experiment: how many beers, chili lime potato chips, and lemon bubble waters does it take to start a volcano? make ruins parts in you left that think of him? molten lava each that still wants, memories pompeii’d. leave them charred ash still in shape, despite themselves. burned alive so…

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pray for Them

Every night i drink, and, I mean really drink, i forget the gods [aka my organs] arent always going to forgive me. the next morning after desecrating their holy temples. i beg for their forgiveness, “please, take these offerings of nutrious food items” “i have travelled far from the bed i’d like to still be…

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102

Alcohol Is finally Celebrating its Victory In you. Its Stuffing Your arteries, Thanksgiving turkey. It will devour you. You set It’s table For it, Every time. Admitting it entrance To Course Through you. Your Veins, Its tiny Hop Waterslides. — Please, Stop testing To see how fast That heart goes before it crashes into it’s…

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