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Aftermath of a difficult night. (The process of processing)

Heres the problem Im drunk and you are passed out Im here stuck processing all of the events of the night While you, seemingly peacefully, processing the days events through some kind of altruistic, inate process, I am stuck here trying to process things manually with my conscience. Knowing full well that while I am… Continue reading Aftermath of a difficult night. (The process of processing)

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Drinking the Dream at the Libertine

I walk up to the bar, Ready to consume that American dream Often lost in inebriation or other things. That dream that everyone knows happened, but can’t seem to remember. I order a Manhattan, and the bartender pours me a splash From every bottle in the bar. She adds so many garnishes my lips can’t… Continue reading Drinking the Dream at the Libertine