Sometimes, I steal liquor from my parents cabinet. vodka. whiskey. rum. it doesn't matter, really. Not as long as the alcohol does what it does i.e. give me a break from myself. the intoxication is an excuse. let go. unwind. loosen up. I blare music through the speakers. Turn the volume up, loud, louder. jazz.… Continue reading mildlytipsyimmenslyhappy
My thoughts have a way of reverberating through my skull, they flit around embracing each idea like it's their last. It's much like a one night stand, I suppose? Passionate but limited, like the finitude in infinity. My thoughts have a way of resonating with music ...amplified through a boombox. They dance to its rhythm,… Continue reading oh tempora! o mores!