Friday, September 01, 2006

In vino veritas......

Soundtrack; "Here Come the Warm Jets"

Alchohol is in my genetic code...I was also bottle fed along with thimblefuls of gin..
I made my friend cry last night.."Each man kills the thing he loves"-"Salo" Bunuel .
When I hurt myself others around me feel pain...Three weeks dope clean and I'm wrapped too tight for London...Viet Nam even.
Last night I ran in a nightmare West One carousel... Red and white tracers in drunken black lights.. The stabbing hand emerges... Barely supressed..
Ethyl alcohol is an icepick of a mistress and should be an activity confined to one's own gender..ie I will now only drink with men....
Er, yeah, three odd weeks clean and I have to screw it down... Achieve some measure of discipline over my thought patterns... To the Northern European Ethyl works well... Except when one (like myself who has poor refusal skills) tries to screw it down too tight...

And, in the manner of an OVERTIGHTENED screw, the thread is stripped...
And the screw starts to rattle....Overloose, dysfunctional.........


Follow the frayed threads here soon...

With thanks to Mikey H.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I always thought it was metabolically impossible to be an alcoholic and a junkie at the same time. But maybe we can look at it in the context of it being metabolically impossible for Himalayan yogis to subsist on a few grains of rice a day...

It's life, Jim, but not as we know it...

9/05/2006 1:03 am
happy otter said...

8.30 am...Way too alert considering the film and vodka marathon last night.
These acts of bacchanalian lunacy seem to have become a daily routine..
Tank girl is asleep..I wonder what her excuse is (mine being my recently dispensed with habit-but that wont cut it forever...)
She looks so hot in her slumber,as though some incubus was attending to her In dreamland...

Life,James as I have always known it, in all its rich tapestry..


Europa rising.
O

9/05/2006 8:47 am

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